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Jess

By: Jizaz_Jester



I had known Jess for years, and I’d only seen her face in pictures. I met her on the internet and we became friends over an extremely great distance. We finally decided to meet after half a decade of wishing it was possible. She decided she wanted to meet me when she was 18, and I bought the plane tickets as her birthday present. I wasn’t flying to her, she wasn’t flying to me; we had decided to meet one another on neutral territory in California. I was anxious the entire flight, and I hoped I wouldn’t screw any chances with Jess up. I got off the plane and nearly ran straight to buy ticket home, but I was stopped by the vision of a dream I’d often had of Jess’s legs wrapped around my waist and her body writhing under mine. I went to the agreed meeting point inside LAX. I stood at Gate 13 for what seemed like hours. I watched each person walk past, hoping to recognize someone.

Then I saw her. 5’3, long glossy black hair hung down around her head, parting at her gentle shoulders to frame her beautiful oval shaped face. She smiled when she saw me and locked onto me with her silvery eyes. Her slim body was covered almost entirely in black. A tight black leather dress which had a small hollow around her midriff that was made of dozen or so interlocking chains, thigh high black leather boots that lucky for me added a few inches of height, and a black velvet coat that hung just lower than her ass and matched her hair perfectly. “Jeremy?” she whispered. I nodded and Jess squealed delight and jumped up and threw her arms around me.

A few people glanced at us, but I think most just figured we were reunited from separate vacations. “Good to finally meet you.” I grinned I started to ask if she had gotten her bags, but she locked her lips to mine and began to suck on my tongue. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around her, picking her up to keep from straining myself to bend over as we kissed. When she finally released my lips, I had forgotten my question of her luggage, and whispered if she was read to go to the hotel, I had already made reservations.

We continued to make out in the taxi, sucking each others mouths as our hands explored one another. I started to slide my hand under her dress and I felt the zipper on my jeans being pulled down, then the driver cleared his throat loudly enough to make a frog jealous. He looked the rearview mirror at us and made it obvious from his pissed off expression that this sorta thing wasn’t allowed in his cab. Jess scowled at him and started to say something, but we were already there.

She calmed down by the time we reached our room, asking me little questions about what I was doing, how work was going, if I was seeing anyone. Chit chat went on until she asked if I had done anything with my writing, and I told her I’d starting writing adult literature on the internet. She asked if I minded her reading any of my stories, and not one to deny a creature of beauty anything she desired, I used the computer in the hotel room to log into literotica and point her to the page of my stories. “I’m gonna go get a bottle of wine.” I told her and left for the kitchen. I could’ve just ordered it through room service, but didn’t want to sit there and watch her read my sexual fantasies like a sappy teenager watching his girlfriend read his poetry book. When I got back to the room with the wine, Jess was still reading, leaning forward in her seat and I thought I heard her let loose a tiny moan. “Jess?” I said. “I’m back.”

She spun around in the chair, and I saw that her dress was pulled up around her waist and she was rubbing her fingers along her obviously soaked slit. She spread her legs wider and said “Oh, Jeremy, my cunt’s so wet.” Well, it was obviously my fault, so I put the wine bottle on the bed as I walked over to her chair. Kneeling down wordlessly, I started kissing along her thighs. I passed the naked pixie tattoo on the inside of her left thigh and moved her hand away to begin licking all around her slit before pushing my tongue inside her bare pussy and sucking on her juices. I heard her breath catch, and I could feel her body shaking with it’s own lustful need. I moved from her lips to her clit and started to suck and lick it as I pushed one then two fingers inside of her pussy, twisting them as they sunk inside of her.

Jess groaned and pushed her hips at my mouth then entangled one of her hands in my hair, her other hand pressing my face closer into her cunt. I continued to pump my fingers in and out of her cunt, sucking fiercely on her clit, squeezing the nub between my lips and gently nibbling the tip. I heard her growl and she dug her nails into me, letting her head fall back and close her eyes. Her chest rising and falling rapidly with pleasure, as the top half of her dress fell and revealed her hardened nipples. I moved my free hand to her breasts, kneading one and pinching the nipple as my hand pumped her pussy harder and my tongue swirled around the end of her clit that wasn't clasped between my eagerly sucking lips. Jess moaned my name aloud and swiftly brushed a hand through her own hair, pulling at it roughly as she rolled her hips, moving her clit rhythmically against my tongue and lips. I watched writhing around and moaned through a mouthful of her pussy and squeezed a third finger up inside her tight snatch and began pumping them all faster.

Jess shrieked as her tightness enveloped my fingers and arched her back, nearly toppling her chair backward and she grasped my shoulders. I felt her inner walls tense and heat pool in her loins, getting ready to burst from her cunt. I twisted my fingers as they pumped in and out of her cunt, and pinched your nipples slightly harder. I opened my mouth wide, covering most of her pussy and sucking on her juices as my tongue stayed focused on her clit. Her body jolted as my searing lips coated her wet pussy and her hard budded nipples were tingling under my fingers assault. She shrieked again and her knees rose and locked around my neck, pressing my face against her wet begging, hot sex. My fingers stretched her inner walls with each thrust and my tongue continued lapping at her clit, whirling around it and stroking it.

Jess arched her back, and tossed her head back again releasing a scream. She dugs her nails into me again as her body started to shudder and her juices burst from her cunt, while her body rocked with the force of her orgasm. I quickly removed my hand from her lips, and replaced it with my mouth, eagerly lapping up her juices, sucking them from her pussy as I rubbed her clit harder and harder with my soaked hand. She cried out my name and clenched her eyes as her legs tightened around my head and her cunt exploded with honey again. She moaned loudly and shook with tears of pleasure trickling down her cheeks. I kept my mouth pressed to her pussy until her legs relaxed and she started to slid from the chair.

I caught her halfway down and cradled her against me. She hung in my arms limply and started kiss me, tasting her juices and sucking them from my tongue. I kissed back, letting her suck the left over juice from my mouth as I held her still limp body to me. She relinquished my mouth and hugged me tighter. My face over her shoulder and I looked down her back to see more tattoos, one of a pixie holding a disembodied eye on her right shoulder, and a giant tribal spider across her lower back.

Jess may have had her release, but I was still the owner of a throbbing erection. I held her small frame tightly as I stood up, then laid her down on the bed. I quickly disrobed as she watched, trailing fingers over her sweat drenched body. She sat up for a moment to remove her crumpled dress, showing me her last tattoo of a gothed-out dominatrix pixie on her right hip. I crawled into the bed, settling myself between her thighs, my cock inches from her still gooey cunt. She kissed me gently on the lips before whispering “Fuck me” in my ear.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I lurched myself forward, spearing her with my dick. Her greasy pussy opened for me, swallowing my whole length on the first stroke. She nearly cried out as I split her open with a moan. Her legs quickly locked around my back and her arms around my neck. Her cunt was gripping at my cock even as I was sliding out of her. Jess whimpered as my head came out of her, then moaned as I thrust back in. I fucked her like this, ramming in and pulling out slowly from her juicy love hole, for what seemed like hours.

“Oh... Oh God.. Jeremy... Oohhh.” Jess moaned and I felt her inner walls spasm around me. I fucked her faster, in and out, pounding her tiny body hard as I could. “Fuck! Yes, YES! Harder!! I’m Cummin baby!!” Jess started squealing as her cunt once again flooded with honey. I groaned as her pussy squeezed harder on my cock and I began to shoot my load inside her. Jess orgasmed again as my cock spurted inside of her, and her pussy somehow got tighter around me, milking my cock until my balls felt like they were going to get sucked through my dick into her.

I rolled over and pulled out of her, and she quickly draped herself over my chest, looking my dreamily in the eye. “You’re incredible” I told her before leaning and kisses her on the cheek.

She smiled and nodded. “You’re not so bad yourself.” she said and pulled herself closer to me. “I’m sleepy now babe.” she muttered. I put my hand on the back of her head and stroek it gently until we both had fallen asleep.

Jess



About a year ago, during a period of time I was attempting to refrain from sex due to a horrible relationship, I encountered a man who rocked my world, in more ways than one... 

I am not the type of girl to have my head easily turned by a guy but this time was different. Watching him work in my front yard was probably more than I could stand. He had perfect muscles the kind you could see yourself tracing with your fingers for hours on end and the tattoos, oh the tattoos. They were the icing on the muscle cake and I was drooling. I knew he was going to catch me. But did I care? Nope. I couldn't stop. He was perfect. Brown hair, piercing blue eyes and those dimples, those damned dimples. What the hell? How could a guy this flipping hot not be taken?

I don't know why I was even letting myself think of him this way. I vowed two years of celibacy after that asshole last year. Great, I made it to the halfway point and was about to lose it over the Brad the landscaper. I was starting to imagine what he looked like naked. I knew I wouldn't be disappointed and what did his cock look like? Damn it, I was starting to get wet just thinking of him.

Just then he looked at me. Crap! I tried to tell myself to walk away from the window, but I couldn't, I just stood there. I had to look idiotic, here I was drooling and completely turned on staring through my front window at this hunk of a man and he knew it. He smiled, winked and turned around to get back to work. That broke the spell I was apparently under long enough for me to walk away from the dining room window and into the kitchen. I needed to find something to distract me for a minute so I picked up the broom from the corner and started sweeping. I don't even think there was anything on the floor, but it worked anyway. After what seemed like 10 minutes I put the broom back into the corner and looked at the clock. 4:45. Only 15 more minutes until he was done and I could concentrate again. 

In an attempt to appear normal when he peeked in to say he was leaving, I sat down and opened up my latest book. I was just glad it wasn't a romance novel. I didn't that to get me any wetter and further my torment. It was a good book, the kind that you have to pry yourself from just to answer the phone but I found myself unable to get back into it. My mind kept wandering back to what it would be like to have him touch me, kiss me even better fuck me. Irritated I slammed the book down on the coffee table.

"Bad book?" a husky voice asked and seriously scared the crap out of me.

"What?" I said panicking. I looked up and there he stood all sweaty, dirty and hot at my front door.

"Oh" I stammered, "No. Just can't get myself into it right now. Uh...you done?"

"Yes. But I will be back tomorrow to lay down the rock path." he paused. "You seem distracted."

I didn't answer at first, still trying not to picture him naked, cock throbbing ready to fuck my brains out. I finally managed a reply, "Just trying to figure you out." 

What was I doing? 

"What do you mean?" he asked grinning.

"Why are you single?" I asked before I could censor myself.

He gave me this strange look, almost dumbstruck and said, "I could ask you the same thing."

"Taking a break from a relationship that ended badly." I told him. Why am I telling him this? Shit I am sabotaging myself. Shut up Jess! But I think at that moment I realized that it was probably going to be impossible to stay true to my vow. I have already started masturbating like twice a day and the instances of me getting wet from secretly watching Brad redo my front yard are getting more and more frequent. Damn it! I am going to hell. 

His demeanor changed after he heard that and asked me how long ago it was and I told him 15 months ago. He then went into a series of questions as to what happened and I could see him getting more and more upset when I told him of the things the asshole did. Lying, cheating, calling me a whore and finally leaving me for some slut in the accounting department that ended up cheating on him and giving him herpes. I think that was my favorite part of the whole story and Brad seemed to like it too. He chuckled at that point in the story.

Then, he asked the question of the day "So, after 15 months you are still not dating? Why Jess?" 

All I could say was, "I swore it would be 2 years."

"Fuck that! Why torture yourself over some asshole when you can have any guy you wanted?"

"Whatever." I laughed.

"Seriously Jess, anyone you wanted. You are beautiful, a good person and not only that, you have a smoking body." 

"I could say the same for you." Fuck! Did that actually just come out of my mouth? I am screwed; he is going to get a kick out of that one.

I hadn't noticed because of our conversation, but he had moved further into the house and was now standing about 3 feet away from me. He was so much more adorable close up. He was tan but you could tell he took care of his skin and he smelled so good but his scent wasn't overpowering like some guys that wear too much cologne. It was subtle, nice. I think he felt me appraising him because he grinned a little.

He moved a little bit closer to me and I found myself taking shallower breaths. Crap...I am toast if he kisses me. At this point I was already beyond wet and his close proximity wasn't helping matters any. But why would he, of all people want me? My body wasn't perfect. I think my best assets are my breasts. A full D on a good day but my hips always have been a little wider than I would have liked. 

"Don't you realize how attractive you are Jess?"

"What are you saying?" No, he can't want me back. 

"Jess, I want you and have wanted you since I first saw you."

"Me?"

"Yes you. Don't you know what you do to me? Do you know how distracting it is to see you staring through that damn window at me?"

I started to answer but before I had the chance, he kissed me. His lips pressed against mine, soft at first but then harder, more urgent. He pushed my lips apart and flicked his tongue against mine, I moaned as I felt my pussy throb with pleasure and anticipation. I kissed him back and pressed my body against his, feeling my soft breasts give against his hard chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled my hips closer to him. He was rock hard. I could feel his cock throbbing through his jeans and that just turned me on even more. 

I could feel him pulling himself away from my lips but I didn't want the kiss to end yet so I pressed my lips harder. He still managed to pull away, upset by the end of the kiss I looked up at Brad.

"You okay?" 

"Oh, I am more than ok. I was just considering the quickest way to get your clothes off so I can fuck you."

At that point, I am not sure who pulled my shirt over my head, him or me but it took about two seconds before it hit the floor. Immediately his lips were kissing my breasts while he was expertly removing my bra. With my breasts now exposed he slowly started kissing my hard nipples and I gasped with pleasure when he started to suck on them. My hands started to wander, exploring those muscles I had been admiring for weeks. His body was so much nicer to touch than I had expected. I started to rub his chest and wondered how I could get his shirt off without his attention leaving my breasts. Without another option, I just grabbed the edges of his t-shirt and pulled it towards his head. He quickly released my nipples, but only long enough for me to pull his shirt off over his head. Just as fast, his mouth was on mine again with my breasts in his hands.

I decided to explore his body further and traced my fingers down his chest to his stomach. Laying my hand flat against his abdomen, I slid my hands down the front of his jeans and found his magnificent cock and wrapped my fingers around it, and began to stroke it gently. He gave a slight moan which of course turned me on even more so I got down on my knees and unzipped his pants and pulled them down to reveal his erection. I slowly began laving his dick with my tongue. Brad started to moan and this turned me on even more, I was so wet now that it was soaking through my panties. I gently sucked the head of his cock into my mouth and whirled the tip with my tongue. Brad put his hands in my hair and tugged gently but urgently. Taking his cue, I took the entire length of his cock into my mouth in one quick motion until my nose touched his stomach. His grip on my hair tightened as I stroked his cock with my mouth. At this point I could tell he was getting close to losing control so I eased off and began licking his now throbbing dick with my tongue. He backed away making me lost my grip on him and said, "I want the rest of your clothes off now!" I stood up, my legs shaking the whole time and slid my shorts and panties to the floor and stepped out of them.

Since he wasn't wearing a shirt all he had to do was finish taking his jeans off and as soon as they hit the floor, he was next to me his cock pressing against my belly. Brad looked at me and asked, "Are you sure you are okay with this?" I could only nod my head to answer him. "Good" he said, "because I want you more than I have wanted anyone, and now I am going to fuck you." With one swift move he laid me on the couch and positioned himself between my legs. He started teasing my clit with the head of his dick. I began to moan and began playing with my tits. Without a word, and with a single thrust, he slammed his cock inside me. It hurt and felt good at the same time. I let out a moan and thrust my hips forward to meet his. He began to slowly fuck me and then his rhythm became more vigorous and harder. But it wasn't enough, I needed to be fucked harder. I blurted out "Harder!" before I had a chance to stop myself and he quickly obliged, pounding my wet pussy hard. With each thrust I felt myself getting close to the edge and hearing his groans I could tell he was getting closer too. He grabbed my hips and began thrusting faster; harder. I slid my fingers down my stomach and started playing with my clit and moaned, "Oh God, I am so close, please..." I could feel my orgasm starting when he thrust harder into me and moaned my name, I could feel him cum inside me as I came, my pussy throbbing around his cock. After a minute or so of gentle thrusting, he stopped and began to kiss me. We just lay there for a while and kissed and explored each other's bodies until I suggested we move to the bedroom, he responded by picking me up and carrying me into the room. Laying me on the bed he said I was a bad girl and should be punished and get on my hands and knees.

But that part of the story is for another time and there will be plenty more, Brad and I are getting married next week.



Jess



He had broken up with her, again. I wanted to tell her to move on, to forget him, but she was still insisting that she loved him. So I told her as much of the truth as she would listen to, that she deserved to be treated so much better than this, she deserved to be worshipped. I hated to see her look so sad, and only wished I could somehow bring a smile back to her face.

While Jess shared her story, we shared a bottle of wine. By the end we realised she wouldn't be able to drive home, so I gave her a t-shirt to wear and we settled into bed. She curled up, her back to me, and I lay behind her, holding her close to me with one arm, and stroking her hair gently with the other. We had slept together this way many times before, and were totally relaxed and comfortable with each other. 

She turned round, so her face was inches from mine, our noses touching. I could smell her shampoo as I kept stroking her hair. Her arm was round my waist now, and she started to gently scratch my back. I tried to keep my breathing steady, but the feel of her fingernails was turning me on, especially when she slipped her hand under my t-shirt and was scratching my bare skin. 

I wanted her, I wanted to kiss her. She was so close, but I was terrified that she might not feel the same way. As I was silently debating what to do, I realised her hand was wandering further down my back, sending a delicious shiver up the length of my spine. Slowly but surely she was getting closer to the waistband of my thong. Jess was breathing faster; I could almost feel her heart racing in time with my own. I tilted my head and kissed her, tentatively. She instantly responded, and as soon as we realised we both wanted this, things moved quickly. 

Our kissing stopped being gentle and shy, and became a desperate, lust-filled attack. I reached under her t-shirt and began to stroke and pinch her nipples. The fabric between us became frustrating, and we ripped the t-shirts from each other to gain easier access. My mouth moved to her hard nipples, kissing, sucking, licking and biting eagerly, spurred on by her gentle moans. As I teased her I slowly pulled down her pants, and kissed my way down her stomach. 

She became embarrassed then, explaining that she hadn't shaved, but I was so hungry for her that I didn't care. Jess needn't have worried; the short stubble did nothing to put me off. Her body was perfect, slim and toned, but with decidedly feminine curves. Her tiny waist was emphasised by her shapely hips and full pert breasts. I told her so, and she relaxed, letting me run my tongue over her glistening flesh. She tasted so good; I greedily lapped away, my hands wandering back to her beautiful, full breasts.

As I flicked her clit with my tongue, I slid two fingers inside her, slowly curling them back to find her g-spot and rubbing it rhythmically. I saw her stomach tighten and she closed her eyes, arched her back and let the waves of her orgasm take over. I kept licking until she stopped quivering, and then slowly kissed my way back to her mouth.

We shared another passionate kiss, the tastes of the wine and her body mingling, before she flipped me over onto my back and started to nibble my neck, slowly working down to my nipples. I almost came just watching her caressing my breasts, but she continued down and began to lick my pussy, slowly at first, her tongue exploring and probing every fold, even darting inside me. She barely grazed my throbbing clit but it sent a jolt of pure ecstasy through my whole body. Realising how close I was, she teased me, kissing my thighs and stomach until I couldn't stand it any more. I needed the release and she gave it to me, sucking and licking my clit to bring me to a mind-blowing climax. But she didn't stop there, as soon as the first orgasm subsided; she began again, giving me another two in quick succession. 

Exhausted and fully satisfied we lay tangled in each others bodies. I kissed the top of her head and began to stroke her hair again. Her breathing slowed as she drifted off to sleep, and finally she looked content.



Jess



It had been a few weeks since Tom had taken the spare room in Jessica's flat. Jessica had taken on the lease for the whole flat and had been desperate for someone to take the second room. She was particularly pleased with Tom, he was tall, good looking and seemed like a fun kind of guy.

Tom had also been pleased to move out from the flat he shared with his ex-girlfriend. Jessica's flat was small, but in a good part of town. Jessica herself seemed nice enough. Not what he'd call stunning, although she wasn't unattractive, with shoulder length brown hair, pleasant face and pretty nice figure. Anyway, given the way his last few relationships had gone it was probably good that here he wouldn't be driven to diving into another fling.

Jessica and Tom got on well and would often sit up at night drinking red wine. On one occasion they were talking about sexual experiences and Tom mentioned some interesting bondage games initiated by his ex-girlfriend.

"Did you like doing that?" Jessica asked.

Tom smiled, "It was fun, one of us would tie themselves up and wait for the other to come home. I still occasionally do a little self-bondage if you know what I mean."

"Really!" Jessica sat forward on the sofa, "What sort of things?"

Tom wasn't sure whether to get into this with his flat mate, but the red wine made him carry on.

"Sometimes I cuff myself to the bed and use an ice block to melt and drop the keys on to the bed."

"How long does that take?" 

"Half an hour, maybe longer."

" Wow, and you can't get out for that long. What if the keys don't drop?"

"Then I'd be stuck," he replied.

"So if I don't see you at breakfast one morning, I guess I know where you'll be," Jessica giggled.

Just talking about self-bondage with Jess had turned him on. That night Tom fixed the keys to the ceiling using an ice block and then proceeded to cuff his hands to the metal frame of his bed. Once he was helplessly chained to the bed he listened to Jessica's footstep's walking around the flat. Would she come in? That might be fun, but where might that lead? If she walked in at that moment and took the keys there really was nothing he could do about it. 

He heard Jess's footsteps stop right outside his door. What was she doing? Was she going to knock, if so should he say come in? He imagined her cute little butt squeezed into her old blue jeans. What would she do if she came?

Jess was having the same thoughts. If she found him chained to the bed, what would she do? She had dreamt of making love to him many times, or maybe she would tease him with the keys. Maybe she would sit on his face, she'd always wanted to do that to a guy. But how would she know if and when he was tied up?

Tom finally heard Jess's footsteps disappear back downstairs, his heart rate dropped by at least 50 beats a minute. And a few minutes later the keys dropped. 

"Did you sleep well?" Jessica asked the next morning at breakfast.

"Good thanks, and you?"

"Oh fine. I see you made it to breakfast then."

"Yes, why wouldn't I?"

"No reason," she smiled.

A few days later Tom prepared another ice block in the freezer. Jessica had been in the house all day and he wondered whether she would have seen it in the freezer. When he opened the freezer he noticed that something was different with the ice block and on closer inspection he saw that someone had tampered with it so that the keys wouldn't drop even when the ice had melted. No prizes for guessing whose done that, he smiled to himself.

Another glass of red wine and he decided to go ahead anyway. He took the ice block and used it to fix the keys to the ceiling. He then took a chain and padlocked his feet together and padlocked the spare end of the chain to his handcuffs. He then cuffed his hands together behind his back so that he was in a tight chain hogtie.

As he closed the final cuff a sudden wave of excitement came over him. He waited half an hour until the ice had almost melted and as expected the keys didn't fall. That turned him on, he now knew for sure that he'd have to involve Jessica in the game.

"Jess," he called

He waited a couple of minutes and there was no reply. Where is she, he thought. She must know I'm stuck. He called a few more times and finally his door opened and Jess walked in.

She had just come home from work and was still wearing a below knee length skirt and blouse, cheap clothes and not that flattering. He lay there looking at her ankles and calf muscles, not bad he though.

"Are you OK?" she asked with a slight smile on her face.

"Can you help me, I think I messed up with the release."

"Oh so this is what you do?" she smiled as she walked over and stood next to where he was lying.

"Can you get the keys down?"

Jess picked up his desk chair and carried so it was underneath the keys and then deliberately put it down so that his head was underneath the chair and one of the chair supports was pinning his head to the floor. She stepped up on to the chair and retrieved the keys. Jess then climbed down and sat on the chair so that his neck was still pinned down.

After watching him struggle hopelessly for a few minutes, Jess removed the chair and knelt down by Tom's head.

"Umm, maybe you should let me look after these next time," she purred dangling the keys above him.

"The ice usually works," he replied trying to crane his neck up to that he was looking at her face and not up her skirt.

"Didn't work this time," she giggled.

"I know, are you going to give me those keys?"

"Can you really not get out?"

"There's only one way out of these cuffs and that is with the key!" 

"Mmm, I know."

Jessica finally reached over to the cuffs. After a few minutes of jangling keys, mainly for effect, Jessica unlocked his wrists. 

Jess saw this as a great opportunity to date a guy that otherwise probably wouldn't be interested in her. The following day Jess arrived home with a DVD as she often did on a Friday and also a small brown box.

"You know I want to watch this movie," she smiled, "and you know you always talk through movies. Well, I've bought you a little present to wear tonight."

With that Jess pulled out a ball gag that had a chain and locked at the back of the head with a padlock.

"Hey, you seem to be getting into this bondage thing," he smiled as he inspected the gag and then put it back down on the sofa. 

"Please," she persisted, "Just for tonight."

"What's the movie?"

"It doesn't matter, just put it on," she giggled with frustration.

"And who's going to hold the key?"

"Me of course!"

"How did I guess," he smiled.

As Jess suspected, Tom was intrigued. He sat down on the sofa with his back to Jess and let her position the ball in his mouth, tighten the chain and then padlock it in place.

"What's it like?" she asked.

He mumbled something incoherent.

"Seems to be working," she smiled as she stuffed the key into the back pocket of her jeans and sat down to watch the movie.

As expected it was a chick flick and Tom was bored. He cleared the dishes and then started to dial a friend's number on his phone. Jessica watched with amusement as he suddenly remembered the gag. He held his hand out to Jess just as his friend answered. Jess smiled and shook her head and Tom had to hang up. He took some paper and wrote down 'please can I have the keys'. Jess took the paper from him and wrote 'no'.

Tom sat down and watched Jess as she sat on the sofa.

"What's with you?" she asked.

Tom just pointed at his mouth.

"Oh yeah," she smiled.

Tom wrote on the paper, "Key. Please?"

Jess smiled and shook her head.

Tom smiled back. He could have easily have pulled her to her feet and retrieved the key from her pocket, but he didn't want to, he was starting to enjoy the gag and the fact that she had locked it on him. He left her to enjoy the chick flick and lay down on his bed still gagged, and stayed that way until morning.

Jessica knew she was on to a good thing, if she played this right she could have anything she wanted from this guy.

"What shall we play tonight?" she asked as she unlocked his gag the next morning.

"Wine drinking?" Tom replied.

"No, I mean tying up things."

"What do you suggest?"

"Why don't you do some self bondage in a cage. That'd be totally secure and more exciting than cuffs," she said excitedly.

"That's a bit serious."

"And I'll look after the keys."

"You're too kind," he smiled.

They choose the cage together and Tom drove out to pick it up. Jess seemed even more excited than usual as they assembled the cage in the lounge.

"Yes, this is seriously secure," he said.

"Are you scared?" 

"A little, can I trust you Jess?" 

"To do what?"

"To let me out again!" he replied.

Jess giggled, "Only one way to find out."

"That feels me with lots of confidence," he replied. 

Tom threaded a bicycle D-lock around one of the bars on the base of the cage and then climbed in so that he was lying on his back. He locked a foot cuff to one ankle, wrapped the connecting chain around the bars of the chain a few times and then locked the other end on to his other ankle. 

He then lay down on his back so that his neck was inside the D-lock and then locked his neck in place. He then took two pairs of handcuffs and locked his wrists to bars on each side of the cage. Jess sat on the edge of the cage in her usual old jeans watching intently.

"OK, you can take the keys," he said.

Jessica reached in took them from him. 

"Now I get to lock the cage!" she giggled as she lowered the heavy barred lid and locked it with a large padlock. 

"I've got the keys," she almost sung and she dangled them above the cage.

"I can see that," Tom smiled as he explored his restraints and realized how little he could move.

"Go on, try and escape," she purred.

He struggled a little for effect but there was really nothing he could do, "There really is no way out of here Jess." He concluded.

"What would happen if I never unlocked you?"

"I guess if no one found me, I'd die eventually from dehydration."

"And what if I lost the keys?"

"Jessie don't say that!"

Jessica giggled, "But what would happen?"

"I guess we'd need the fire service and a team of lock smiths, several hours and a bit of luck."

Then quite unexpectedly, she then took off her jeans and t-shirt to reveal sexy lingerie; the tightest and sexiest black lacey panties and bra that Tom had ever seen. She sat down on the cage crossed her legs.

"Wow" Tom said, the transformation making him lost for words.

"What'd you think?"

"Wow!"

"Glad you like it," Jessica purred.

"Who needs this stuff, let me out and let's do something much more interesting," he panted.

"Ummm.... no," she smiled.

Tom started to struggle against his cuffs.

"Won't work," she giggled as dangled the keys above him again.

"Please Jess, anything you want."

"I want you to stay exactly where you are," she purred as she lay down on top of the cage, her breasts rubbing against the bars.

"Don't do this to me," he begged, with the cuffs already starting to cut into his wrists.

She lay on the cage looking down at him through the bars,

"Do you like my body?"

"What do you think," he replied breathlessly.

"A pity you're all chained up then."

"Yes, but you have the keys, you can unlock me."

"Yes I can," she purred.

"Well do it!"

"Not yet," she whispered.

She sat up so that she was sitting stride the cage and started to rub herself against the bars. Tom couldn't believe the transformation, this previously jeans and t-shirt clad girl next door had turned into an agent provocateur with the body of a super model. And he locked in a cage, shit! 

She moved across until she was sitting on the cage directly above his head, the bars making indentations in her butt and thighs. His face was only inches away and he tried as hard as he could to lift his head a little so that he could bury his face into her cute little butt. But the bike lock almost choked him and he started to cough. 

"Why don't you come to my room and make love to me?" she purred as seductively.

"Yes."

"Come on then," she whispered as she picked up the keys.

"Jess, please!"

Jessica was almost unable to keep the smile off her face.

"Oh well, your choice" she giggled as she pulled on her jeans and t-shirt and once again looked like any other 20 something woman. 

"The plan was to leave you in there for an hour wasn't it?" she asked.

"Yes, but plans can be changed."

"Yes," she smiled, "I'm now going to leave you locked up until the morning."

"What?"

"You don't have much choice in the matter," she giggled as she stuffed the keys into the back pocket of her jeans, "Until the morning then."

***

Tom passed a slow and sleepless night, partly because of his less than comfortable position, but also because he couldn't get Jessica out of his mind. With his hands chained up he wasn't even able to relieve some of his frustration.

Jessica also didn't sleep much, she was far too excited about the situation. Several times she thought about letting him out and making love to him and she was in no doubt that that was what he wanted to do. But she didn't want it to be a one night stand brought on by the situation, much better to ensure he was infatuated by her from the start.

Early the next morning Jessica walked into the lounge wearing only a flowery nighty that barely covered her butt. 

"Good morning," she purred, brushing her disheveled hair out of her eyes with her hand.

"Good morning."

"Did you sleep well?" she asked

"No, and you?"

"Mmm, yes," she lied.

She sat down on the cage just above his head so that he could clearly see that she was wearing no underwear. His pulse increased and his breathing quickened.

"Are you after these?" she purred as she held the keys in her hand.

"Please Jess, please."

Jessica giggled.

"I'll do anything Jess, anything."

"I'm sure you will."

She could tell by the mix of desperation and arousal on his face that it was time to give him a little freedom and so dropped the bunch of keys through the bars and into the cage. She watched with amusement as Tom worked the keys as fast as he could to unlock his hands, his feet and his neck.

"I don't think the key to the cage is here," Tom said as he checked the ring again.

"That's a pity."

"Jess!" he cried as he reached through the bars and started to run his hands up her legs and under her short nighty. 

"You've got an amazing body."

"Thank you," she smiled as she sat on the cage allowing him to explore her semi-naked body.

He tried to reach up to her breasts but the cage bars were too closely spaced to reach up that high and so he returned to her tanned, toned thighs.

"I'm going to take a shower," Jess smiled as she stood up.

"No," Tom replied as he tried in vain to reach her.

"You've been in that cage over 8 hours."

Tom reached his hand through the bars and started to pull at the heavy padlock, "Please unlock this."

"And spoil my fun?"

"Jess, we could have so much more fun."

"Everything comes to he who waits."

"I've already waited 8 hours!"

"I know," she whispered as she turned around and walked away.

Tom soon gave up trying to break the high security padlock with this bare hands and lay back and listened to the shower running in the bathroom. Now he had seen her body and even been able to touch, the images running around his mind were even more vivid. 

These images overruled any rationale thought that he was still able to make. The deal had been for this woman to help with some self-bondage for a maximum of one hour and here he was over 8 hours later and she was still holding him prisoner against his will. After all, he'd asked her to release him and she'd refused. That was false imprisonment, although at that moment complaining about a crime that she'd committed against him was the furthest thing from his mind. 

Jessica smiled to herself as she toweled dry and dressed in her old blue jeans and t-shirt. It was probably the last outfit that he wanted to see her in, but that was the point. She had the key to the cage on a small novelty key ring; she stuffed the key ring into the back pocket of her jeans, letting the key itself hang loose from the pocket. 

"Where's the padlock key?" Tom asked as Jess walked back into the lounge.

"Right here in my pocket," she replied as she walked over to open the curtains with her back to him to that he could see the key hanging from her pocket. 

She then picked up the dirty wine glasses on the table and walked back to the kitchen, walking deliberately close to the cage as she went. Tom reached as far as he could through the cage but couldn't quite reach the key in her pocket.

Only once the lounge was cleared did Jessica sit down on the cage with the key in her hand.

"What do you say?" she smiled.

"Please Jess!"

She looked mischievously at him for a few moments before using the key to unlock the padlock. He immediately tried to push open the lid but couldn't with her sitting on it. After a few more moments of pleading Jess stood up, finally giving him his freedom.

"Some night!" Tom said as he climbed stiffly to his feet. 

Jess stepped in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before stepping back.

"Is that all I get?"

"For now, but maybe if you do as I say there may be more on offer tomorrow."

***

When Tom returned home that evening he found Jessica in the kitchen cooking dinner. She was wearing a tightly fitting blue mid-thigh length dress.

"I thought I'd make it up to you by cooking dinner," she smiled as she turned around and kissed him again on the cheek. 

"You're feeling guilty then?"

"Not at all, you enjoyed last night as much as I did".

"It was a little more uncomfortable for me."

Jess giggled.

They finished dinner and then Jess walked over and sat down on Tom's lap.

"What shall we do tonight?" she purred seductively.

"I have some ideas."

"So do I."

"I'm sure you do," he smiled.

Jess took him by the hand and led him into the lounge where the heavy 'trunk' shaped cage was still in the middle of the room.

"Would you like to go in again? If you're really good I'll even lock you in," she purred

"It's very tempting Jess, but why don't we go to your room and try a different game?"

"Oh please!" Jess smiled with her big pleading eyes.

"No Jess, you're good at the 'locking' but still need a little more practice at the 'unlocking'."

Jessica thought for a moment. "OK, goodnight then."

It was a good tactic, he certainly didn't want the evening to stop there. 

"Just for a few minutes and don't lock me in," he offered.

Jessica smiled and quickly opened the cage lid and Tom reluctantly climbed in. Jessica banged the lid down and quickly sat down on top. Tom reached his hands through the bars and slid them under her dress.

"Hey," she replied.

She stood up, folded her dress tightly around her thighs and sat back down on the bars so that her dress was tightly pinned around her. Like that Tom could no longer slide his hands inside. She then picked up the heavy padlock and slipped it through the hasp.

"We agreed no padlock."

"Did we?" she smiled.

Jessica placed her thumb and forefinger around the padlock. "What if I squeeze just a little?"

"No Jess, don't."

"A little harder?"

He was just about to grab the lock from her hands when she started to slide her dress up her thighs; his attention was easily diverted.

"Listen carefully," she purred.

"Please Jess, no."

"Click."

Tom felt a shiver of excitement as he knew that he was now completely helpless, there was no way that he'd ever be able to free himself. He didn't even have any idea where Jess had put the key. He doubted that Jess herself knew!




Jess



Jess stood up and wiggled her hips from side to side as she unzipped her dress and let it fall down to the floor. She stood there dressed only in a black thong and bra. He involuntarily sat up and knocked his head on the cage bars. Jessica smiled.

She then turned around and lay down on her front on top of the cage, carefully placing her breasts between the bars. She put her lips through the bars to kiss him. They kissed for a few minutes before Jessica stopped by lifting her head up. 

Tom reached his hands through the bars and caressed her butt. Jess smiled and they started to kiss again. After a few minutes more, Jessica sat up with her butt resting on the bars just above his face.

"You'll have to kiss my butt now," she giggled. Tom obliged.

"Maybe we should move to my room now?" Jess offered.

"I thought you'd never ask."

"That's if I can find the key," she giggled.

Tom lay there listening to Jessica walking from room to room. Surely she hadn't chosen this time to lose the key?

"Found it," she purred as she returned. This time there was no teasing, she quickly unlocked the cage and led him by the hand to her room.

***

That night Jessica and Tom did what most couples do once the threshold of sleeping together has been crossed and by morning they had both not slept a wink. In Jessica's mind they were now a couple. Tom was not quite at the same place, but she was fun and the bondage angle exciting.

As they lay in bed together the next morning, Jessica raised something that, given her fetish for locking him up, Tom had expected her to ask sooner or later. 

"How do you feel about letting me lock you in chastity," she whispered as she ran her hands over his item in question. Tom's ex-girlfriend had asked the same question, although they had never consummated the idea. 

"Maybe, but on my terms" he replied hesitantly. After all, this was the girl whose idea of an hour in a cage meant all night and whose ability to look after keys was casual at best. 

The following weekend Jess and Tom returned home after playing tennis. Tom had once played semi-serious tennis, whereas Jess had the right physique but had hardly ever played. Even after allowing for the distraction Tom had suffered as a result of Jess's short pink shorts, which hugged her cute butt, the game had been very one-sided.

As they walked back to Jessica's flat they saw a package left on the doorstep. Jess immediately knew what it was and ran to get it. By the time Tom had unlocked the door Jessica already had it unwrapped.

"Try it on," Jessica giggled excitedly.

Tom looked at her, wishing the day hadn't arrived quite so quickly.

"Come on," she continued as she pushed him backwards on to the sofa and started to pull down his tracksuit trousers.

Tom finally lay back and let Jess fit the metal chastity tube in place, partly because he had kind of promised her and partly because she was so excited.

"You must watch as I lock the padlock," she purred.

"Must I?" he said as he opened one eye.

"These are your last moments of freedom after all."

"You're making it sound very dramatic Jess."

"It is, this will be the first time you won't control your dick."

Tom watched as she knelt down between his legs and threaded the padlock in place and snapped it closed.

"I've got the keys, I've got the keys," she sung as she danced around the room.

"Is it supposed to be this tight Jess?"

"Tight is good," she giggled.

Tom explored the device which was now securely attached to him. It was heavier than ones he'd seen before and it appeared that Jess had chosen one of the more secure products on the market. 

"Let me just adjust it a little," he replied holding out his hand.

"I don't think so," she giggled as she tucked the keys into the back pocket of her pink shorts and sat down on a chair so that the keys were pinned beneath her butt.

"Jess, just for a minute, I promise I'll still wear it."

"OK, but you'll have to do it without the key."

"Jess, we both know I can't do that!"

"Yes, but I want to see you try."

Tom smiled, "I might no longer be a man by the end of that."

Tom walked over to where his flatmate was sitting, wrapped one arm around her body and easily pulled her to her feet, his strength no match for her slim 5' 7'' body. While holding her with one arm, he reached his other hand into her back pocket and retrieved the keys.

Ignoring her vocal complaints, Tom unlocked the padlock and threw the keys back to Jess, who quickly stuffed them back into her pocket and secured them in place with the small button sewn into the back of her shorts. 

Tom adjusted the chastity tube and then handed the padlock back to Jess.

"Do you want to do the honours?" he offered.

Jess was still feeling a little cheated, but didn't let that stop her from taking the padlock and swiftly locking it in place.

"So now you have me all locked up, you should be pleased."

"It was easy enough for you to get free just now," she complained.

"The key's in your pocket, you're in control."

Jess said nothing.

"When you're at work they'll be nothing I can do."

This wasn't quite how Jessica had imagined it would be. It was now Saturday morning and she had hoped to render him helpless long before Monday morning. Jess then started to smiled. 

"You know there are holes for two padlocks."

"Yes?," Tom replied as he brought over two glasses of water.

Jessica's smile widened, Tom was starting to worry.

Jessica ran to her room and returned with a second padlock, but this time a combination lock.

"Five numbers, 100,000 possible combinations," she smiled.

"No Jess," he said as he struggled to think of a good reason why she shouldn't use a combination padlock.

"Allow me to do the honours again," she purred and within seconds the second padlock was in place. 

"Each time you select a number you need to press here to see if it will unlock," Jess explained helpfully. "Let's see. Even assuming one combination a second, that could take you, umm, almost 30 hours to try all possible numbers." 

Tom looked into Jessica's eyes and saw the sparkle return, she knew that she really did have him under her control. 

She pushed Tom backwards so that he was lying on his back on the sofa, and then sat astride his chest, with her tanned legs pinning his arms to his sides.

"I bet the combination is your birthday," Tom smiled as his eyes became fixated on her cute little shorts and her toned thighs.

"I bet it isn't!" she giggled. "And anyway, you don't know my birthday!"

"You'd better tell me then, if you want a present."

"It won't help you break my code."

"Its probably 1-2-3-4-5."

"Mmm, maybe not."

Tom looked at her questioningly.

"OK, try it," she giggled.

Jessica slid back down his body to allow him to reach the combination lock. Taking much longer than one second he set 1-2-3-4-5 and pulled.

"Oh dear, only 99,999 combinations left to try," she giggled as slid back up so that she was sitting astride his head. 

"Well as there's no way you're getting to your dick, maybe you need to find another way to please me."

The next hour proved to be more of a workout for Tom than the earlier tennis match. Once Jess was finally ready they both stripped off (all but the chastity tube) and showered together. Tom soon discovered that not even soap could help him slip out of the steel and so quickly amused himself by washing Jess's naked body, a task that soon made his balls ache as he strained against the steel. 

Jess placed all of her clothes in the laundry basket and then toweled dry. As she walked back to her room Tom lifted the lid of her laundry basket and rummaged through dirty underwear to find her pink shorts. He checked the pockets and as expected found the keys.

"Nice to see you're looking after the keys."

"My dirty washing basket is as safe a place as any," she smiled as took the keys from him and put them in her underwear drawer.

"What would happen if you lost them?"

"You'd be my permanent chastity slave," Jess smiled as if it was something to aim for.

Tom stood there with a towel wrapped around him and watched as she put on black silk knickers followed by a mid-thigh length black flared dress that lifted up as she gave him a twirl.

"We've time before we go to the pub" he suggested.

"For what?" she answered back straight faced.

"You know what."

"I do?"

"To make love?"

Jessica smiled, wrapped her arms around Tom and kissed him. "We've plenty of time."

"You need to unlock me first, this thing is starting to hurt."

"You know where the key is."

"Yes, but what's the number?"

"Guess."

"I can't!"

Jessica looked at him with her big brown teasing eyes. 

"You're strong, maybe you should pick me up and shake the number out of me," she giggled.

"You asked for it," he smiled as he picked her up and placed her on the bed and sat astride the smiling brunette.

"Tell me," he ordered.

"No," she giggled.

"Jess, this is hurting."

"Yes it will."

Tom lent forward and pinned her hands to the bed above her head. She wriggled in a hopeless attempt to get free, but her struggles only served to increase her arousal. She looked at the well defined muscles in his arms and wriggled some more. 

"The number Jess."

"How's it feeling down there?"

"Jess."

"Is it a little tight?"

"Last chance Jess,"

"Why, what will you do to me?" she replied, almost shaking with excitement.

She was right, there was no way to get the combination out of her and anyway the pain in his balls and dick was getting stronger. He jumped up and ran back to the bathroom and took a second shower, this time with cold water.

By the time he had finished showering Jessica was fully dressed, made up, with her hair up and wearing ankle high black leather boots. She looked fantastic.

"Hurry up, we'll be late," she smiled as she walked past him to the front door. 

They arrived at the pub and joined two of Jess's girlfriends at a table at the back. Jess was very keen to show of her new boyfriend and was even more desperate to tell them how she had him locked up, although now wasn't the time to tell them about that. However that didn't stop her from flaunting her power as best she could by leaving her key ring, which now contained the keys to the chastity tube, on the table in front of her, for all to see.

Tom was also enjoying the evening, Jess's girlfriends were good fun, increasingly so as they got drunk. The chastity tube felt tight and solid, but he was starting to get used to it and it no longer felt uncomfortable. It was, however, a constant reminder of the power Jess was holding over him. 

Every now and again Jess would run her hand up and down Tom's leg, or take his hand and place it inside her skirt. Both actions were guaranteed to cause a reaction, which invariably led to pain, which Jess pretended not to see.

At midnight Tom and Jess walked home.

"You looked very sexy tonight," Tom said.

"Is that the truth or just your attempt to get me to unlock you."

"Both I guess."

When they arrived home Jess sat down on the sofa. Tom however knelt down on the floor in front of her and looked up at her brown eyes. 

"Jess, please I beg you!" 

Jess edged forward on the sofa with one leg either side of his head.

"OK, show me how much you want me to unlock you," she purred as she slid further forward and let her skirt enclose his head.

Jess was in heaven and didn't rush the next stage. Finally she stood up.

"OK enough begging," she purred as she pulled him to his feet and started to unbuckle his trousers. She then unlocked the first padlock with the key and unlocked the second padlock with the combination, being careful not to show Tom the number. 

As soon as she had removed the chastity tube, Tom picked her up and carried her to her bedroom; and closed the door.

***

Weeks passed and Jess's enthusiasm for the relationship remained strong, although Tom wasn't sure whether this was driven by her love for him, or by her new found love for bondage and for inventing ever more ways to lock him up. Not that he really cared what her driver was, she was good in bed and the bondage was usually a fun distraction from everyday life.

In Jessica's mind, Tom was easily the best looking guy she'd dated, as well as being easy going and funny. But the thing she loved the most was that he let her lock him up. Maybe it was because she'd been dumped a couple of times before or maybe because of some deeper reason, but she loved the feeling of having control over her guy. When Tom was in the cage, or in chastity, he needed her and there was certainly no way that he'd be foolish enough to end things with her while he was under her lock and key.

One Saturday morning, Jess was sitting at the breakfast bar wearing only a short negligee as Tom walked in still half asleep.

"What about steel bondage mitts?" she purred as pushed her disheveled hair back out of her eyes.

"What?" Tom replied as he made a beeline to the coffee machine.

"Steel bondage mitts," his flatmate repeated.

"Are you asking me, or telling me?" he smiled back as he poured his coffee.

"Telling of course," she giggled.

Tom looked at the open internet page which showed a particularly heavy pair of the item in question. Jessica took a tape measure and measured his wrist that was holding the coffee mug. The model who was wearing them on the site seemed happy enough, but then she probably wasn't at the mercy of some sadistic giggling brunette.

Jessica reached over for the coffee pot which made her negligee slide half way up her butt. She did have a cute butt. He thought back to the other evening when she'd sat on his face. 

"You want to try?" she asked.

"OK," he replied, still lost in his thoughts.

When Tom returned from football that afternoon, Jessica was sitting on the couch wearing a white t-shirt and her tight pink shorts. She was sitting upright with her knees together with a cardboard box on her lap.

"Afternoon flatmate," he joked as he walked passed the lounge and went to take a shower. He smiled to himself as he saw the look of indignation on her face, although he then went on to wonder whether annoying her was such a good idea given what he knew she'd be doing to him later on.

"Are you finally ready?" she asked as he came out of shower with a towel around his waist. 

"All yours," he smiled as she took him by the hand and led him back to the lounge and her new purchase. She sat back down on the sofa and made him kneel in front of her.

"Hand please," she ordered.

"Will this hurt?"

"That depends."

"Do these things lock?" he asked nervously.

"What do you think?"

"And who will hold the keys?"

"Who do you think?" she giggled as she took his hand.

She placed his hand in her lap and picked up the first steel mitt. Tom instinctively tried to pull his hand away, but Jessica simply opened her legs a little, pushed his hand down between her thighs and squeezed her legs back together.

"Stay," she ordered.

She then released his hand and positioned it in one half of the open mitt. It was a tight fit both around his wrist and in terms of the space available for his hand. Jessica closed it, so that it enclosed his hand and sealed tightly around his wrist. She then picked up a heavy duty padlock and slipped it in place.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"For what?" he smiled.

"To lose the use of your hand until, or should that be 'if', I release you."

"You're not doing a very good job of selling this."

Tom watched as she squeezed the lock between her fingers. 'Click'. Jess gave an excited little giggle. And only a few seconds Jessica had the second mitt also locked in place.

"Don't like my sales pitch then," she giggled, "why don't you try to get out of them then?"

"It appears that I've been sold," he smiled as he inspected the heavy steel around his wrists..

Jessica stood up and rattled the keys in front of him, "How does it feel?"

"A little restrictive," he said as he looked at the two steel balls where his hands had once been.

"I'll give you a chance to get the keys," she offered 

"You're all heart!"

Jessica giggled as she threw the keys to him and watched them bounce off one of the mitts before falling to the floor. Tom got to his knees and started trying to pick them up with his mouth, but Jessica was quicker and stood on the keys with her bare foot. 

"That's not fair Jess!" Tom complained as he looked up at her.

"I gave you a chance, you should have caught them."

"Maybe you're forgetting that you just locked me in these mitts?"

"Oh yeah, silly me!"

Jessica moved her foot so that she was only standing on one of the two keys on the key ring, with the other key sticking out from the side of her foot. Tom, who was naturally optimistic, tried to pick up the protruding key with his mouth without any success.

With that not working, Tom tried a more direct approach by using his shoulder to gently push the brunette backwards on to the sofa. 

"Hey, that's cheating," Jessica complained as she saw that Tom now had the keys between his teeth. She watched as he tried to maneuver them in his mouth so that one would point the right way. As he did so he dropped them and Jessica quickly picked scooped them up.

"Right they're going in my pocket, you cheat."

"Somehow the odds were always against me in that game, Jess."

Jessica smiled, "I know, you haven't a chance, but I love watching you try."

Jessica turned so that her butt was facing towards where Tom was kneeling and he could easily see the shape of the keys tucked inside the back pocket of her shorts.

"OK, one more chance," she offered.

Tom, still not having learnt his lesson, put his face up against Jessie's butt and stuck his tongue inside her back pocket. Jessica giggled.

"That tickles."

"These shorts are too tight," he complained as he readjusted his angle and tried again.

"Mmm, don't they just hug my cute little butt," she joked.

A few minutes later Tom gave up and head butted her butt so that once against she ended up on the sofa.

"That's naughty, you'll pay for that."

"I don't think it can get much worse," Tom smiled.

"I can think of many ways to increase your captivity," Jessica purred.

"Actually I don't doubt it," Tom smiled as he moved over to the sofa and buried his face into the back of the her pink shorts.

Jessica stood up and went to fetch a chain which she padlocked around his waist and then attached a pair of handcuffs to the back of the chain. She then proceeded to handcuff Tom's already 'mitted' hands behind his back.

"That's your punishment."

"I really am f***ed now," Tom concluded.

"I know, but go on, please try and get out of them, just for me."

Tom struggled for a few seconds for effect as he watched the excitement in her eyes grow.

"You're a real sadist, do you know that?"

"Maybe, but what are you going to do about it?" she giggled.

The amusement over, Jessica led him by the arm out of the lounge and into the bathroom.

"Every room is now a potential cell," she giggled as she left him in the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Tom soon saw what she meant as he realized that there was no way that he could operate the round door handle. He even tried with his mouth which was equally unsuccessful.

"Wherever I leave you, I know you'll stay," Jess giggled as she led him to her bedroom and closed the door behind them.

"Now I have you trapped in my bedroom, what shall I do with you?" she purred as she slowly removed her t-shirt and unbuttoned and slipped her shorts down her long tanned legs. 

Jessica watched with satisfaction as Tom instinctively struggled against his restraints. 

"Put your hands all over my body," she teased as she watched his struggles become more desperate. 




Jess



"I love the way you seem to think that you break those high security padlocks with nothing but brut force," she purred as she ran her hands over his shoulders and biceps. 

Tom leant down and ran his lips around the top of Jessica's black lacy bra. She immediately stepped away and started to look for something in her cupboard. As he suspected, she returned with her ball gag.

"Jess, you can't stand there in your bra and panties without giving me any chance of enjoying your body."

"Why don't you leave then?"

"I can't, you closed the door!" he complained.

"I haven't locked it," she giggled.

"You might as well have," he replied as he pulled his hands hopelessly.

Jessica smiled, "Well in that case it looks as though I can stand here in my panties and give you chance to enjoy," she giggled as she put the ball gag into his mouth.

There was no point in resisting. He knew from the moment that Jessica had padlocked the mitt on him that he had no choice but to obey her every whim. He listened as she buckled the gag in place and locked it with a padlock. He then watched as she nonchalantly tossed the padlock key across the room. 

Tom watched as the only key to release him from the gag landed somewhere behind Jessica's chest of drawers. More worrying, though, was the fact that he was the only one who had watched it land.

Jess then laid Tom down on her bed and laid next to him head to toe, and started to run her fingers gently up and down the inside of his thighs. Tom lay there helplessly, his face only inches from the front of Jessica's silk panties.

Jessica moved forward so that his ball gag was resting against the front of her panties and started to rub herself against it. Tom watched as the tiny hairs on the inside of her thighs stood on end, stimulated by both the ball gag and the general power that their owner had over him. Jessica was starting to moan as she became more and more aroused, while at the same time being careful that her touch didn't give Tom the same pleasure.

Tom panted as he tried to sit up.

"No you don't," she purred as she wrapped her thighs around his head and tightened them like a vice. 

With his hands chained behind him Jessica's thighs were more than a match for his neck muscle, although that didn't stop him from trying to pull free.

Jessica gave his neck a quick tight squeeze. "Think of my thighs as your last hope of freedom, because if your head was to come out from between them before I give you permission, you'll be wearing those mitts for the rest of the weekend."

Tom immediately relaxed and started to enjoy the feel of Jessica's soft legs around his neck. "Better," she smiled as she finally started to stimulate him.

When Jessica was finished she opened her bedroom door and led Tom to the bathroom, where they showered together, with the mitts and gag still firmly lock in place.

"Those mitts really do scare you don't they" Jessica smiled.

He stood there silently, watching the water drip down her face.

"Mmm, I love the way you hang on my every word."

Jessica pushed him down to his knees, where the water poured down over his head. 

"As you can't use your hands, you'll have to wash me using your face as the sponge," she purred as she turned up the heat and closed her eyes.

Jessica giggled as she led him back to her room.

"OK, one more thing that you need to do before I unlock you."

Tom watched her smiling brown eyes, wondering what she had in mind. Wearing only white cotton panties Jessica picked up the black knickers that she'd worn earlier and stretched them over Tom's head so that they hung around his neck. Following her instructions, he then sat down on the floor at the end of her bed. Jessica then stretched her used underwear that was hanging around his neck and hooked it over one of the wrought iron bars at the base of her bed.

Still wearing only knickers, Jessica explained the game. "OK your neck is now secured to my bed by a pair of my dirty panties. Now I'm sure you could pull yourself free, but that would rip my panties, I would get cross and you would stay in the mitts for a further 'indefinite' period."

Tom tried to mumble a response but it was all but lost behind the gag.

Jessica then walked passed him and turned around so that her butt brushed across his face. She then swung her hips a little so that her butt gently knocked against his face. She then turned to face him and started to rub the front of her panties with her fingers, only inches from her face.

He tried to lean forward to touch her, but the elastic in her underwear tightened around the front of his neck. She turned around again and he watched as she moved her hips from side to side which made the white cotton ride slightly up her butt. Standing there in white cotton briefs she looked the picture of innocence, which couldn't have been further from the truth. 

"Careful, you wouldn't want to tear my panties," Jessica smiled as she picked up a black scarf and gently wrapped it around his face as a blindfold. 

He sat there, hands chained, gagged and blindfolded listening intently for any sounds. She was close by, he could smell her scent, but he didn't know where. Suddenly she gently bit one of his ears. The surprise made him move and almost tear the panties around his neck. "Careful," she purred.

She then bit down gently on the back of his neck, he jumped, moved his head and heard one or two of the stitches in the panties give way. "I hope you like those mitt," she whispered into his ear. 

Jessica then stood in front of him, lifted one leg and wrapped it around his head to pull him in closer to her. She felt his nose bury into the front of her knickers and used it to once again stimulate herself. 

Once finally satisfied, Jessica dressed and picked up her keys and purse.

"OK, I'm going to buy us some wine," she said totally matter-of-factly. "If you're still tethered to my bed by my panties when I return, maybe you can join me."

Tom sat there in the darkness listening to doors close and lock. The mitts were driving him crazy; he knew that Jess's panties would definitely be holding him prisoner until she returned. Until she unlocked the mitts, he would obey.



Jess



"I want those shoes so much," Jess said, staring longingly at the photograph on her computer screen.

I glanced at the screen. Four hundred pounds. A lot of money for a pair of shoes.

"You'll just have to save up then, won't you?" I said, trying to sound more interested than I actually was.

"It'll take me ages to save up for those," Jess said, glancing up at me with a look of longing before returning her gaze to the object of her affection.

Then her mind was made up. She clicked the cross symbol at the top of the window and the photograph of the expensive footwear disappeared.

"No, it's no good," she said, an air of slightly false conviction in her voice. "I'll never be able to afford them."

I tried to think of something to say. I couldn't care less about the shoes, of course. But I didn't really mind what we were talking about. I was just enjoying spending time with her, talking to her.

"The looking forward to getting something is all part of the fun," I said, smiling. "It makes you appreciate it even more when you do get it. If you could get them straight away, it wouldn't be the same."

That's what I tell myself, anyway, I thought.

She didn't look convinced. Just then her mobile rang. She looked at the screen.

"It's Mark, I'd better answer it," she said, giving me a parting smile, then answering the phone and greeting her boyfriend.

***

"You've just been talking to Jess, haven't you?" Ryan smiled.

I feigned a look of surprise.

"Jess? Why would I have been talking to her?"

Ryan gave me a knowing look.

"I can tell by the smile on your face," he said.

"OK, OK, I might have seen her when I was passing through the computer suite," I said, the smile returning to my face.

Ryan nodded. He was used to me acting like this where Jess was concerned.

Perhaps I should explain a little.

My name is John. At the time I was 20 years old, a student at University studying English literature. I was (still am) pretty shy, and didn't really engage much in the social aspect of university. However, I did have a small group of friends, and Ryan was probably my best friend.

Ryan was also pretty quiet, and shared quite a few of my interests and hobbies. We got on very well and tended to spend quite a bit of time together.

Ryan had been there the first time that I had met Jess. I rarely attended parties or other events like that, but one of our mutual friends had had a house-warming and Ryan and I had both been invited.

We had both stayed very much on the sidelines at the party, mainly chatting to each other and a few other people we knew well. Part way through the evening, I found myself left on my own for a short while. I always felt particularly uncomfortable in that situation.

Jess had approached me and struck up a conversation. I'd been really nervous, as I always am when I meet someone for the first time, and had responded largely with one word answers.

How was I enjoying the party, she asked? It's fine, I responded. She smiled. She had a beautiful smile.

What was I studying? English literature. She nodded. She was studying French, she told me. She had relatives in France, and had grown up knowing something of the language. One of her French relatives owned quite a large company over in France, and she thought she might get a job there when she graduated.

The conversation continued like this, Jess doing most of the talking. She had a lovely accent that I couldn't quite place.

The more she talked, the less I wanted our conversation to ever end. She was interesting, funny (most of the jokes were at my expense, but in a good natured way), down-to-earth. She seemed genuinely interested in what I was saying, unlike normal small talk at parties. She had plenty of interesting stories, especially about her gap year where she had worked at an orphanage in Eastern Europe. I don't know how long we spoke for, but however long it was, it wasn't long enough.

Eventually, Jess checked her watch and told me that she would have to leave. However, she said that she was sure she would see me around the campus and that perhaps we could go for a drink sometime.

I left the party that night unable to think about anything else but Jess. I replayed the conversation over and over in my head. Had she really asked me to go for a drink? What did it mean? Was she asking me on a date? Or was she just being friendly?

I had no idea. When it came to girls, I didn't have a clue. I'd only ever been out on two dates before. One was a blind date organised by mutual friends. It was nice of them to set it up, but within a couple of minutes of us meeting it was clear that it was to be our first and only date with each other. The second date, the girl asked me out. She admitted halfway through the date that she had done it for a dare.

There had been a few girls I would have loved to ask out, but I'd never had the confidence to do so. What was the protocol for these things? How did you know if a girl wanted to go on a date with you or not? How did you know if she already had a boyfriend?

***

I couldn't think about anything else for the next few days. What should I do? I didn't know much about her. I knew her first name. I knew she was studying French. I knew how she'd spent her gap year. But I didn't know how to contact her. Should I ask Jake for her number? After all, it had been his party. He must have invited her. He must know her.

I was still mulling over the questions a few days later. Between lectures I dropped into the computer suite to check my emails. As I did so, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned round and got quite a shock. It was Jess.

She smiled. I froze. What should I say?

"Hi John," she said.

"Hi," I said, struggling to get even such a simple short word out.

"I haven't seen you in here before," she continued.

"No," I said, desperately trying to keep calm and act normally.

"Well, I have my own computer in my room, but there's a problem with the Internet connection at the moment - well, actually, I think it's the network card..."

I trailed off. I was babbling. Did she really want a description of my IT woes? Was I boring her? Was I going to make her think I was some kind of boring nerd? I desperately tried to think of something else to say, something funny maybe, to make her laugh.

"Oh, I don't know anything about computers," she laughed. "If it was my computer I wouldn't even know what was wrong with it at all - I'd just turn it off and back of again!"

She mimed pushing a button repeatedly with her finger, a frustrated look on her face. She looked so cute.

I laughed at her little piece of pantomime. It was my turn to talk. What could I say? My mind was blank.

"So I just came in here to check my emails," I supplied, finishing my previous sentence for lack of anything better to say.

Damn, damn, damn, I thought. Why is my brain doing this to me? Why can't I think of something clever or amusing to say?

Jess smiled.

"That's why I came in, too," she said. "I don't have a computer of my own so I have to come in every so often to check my emails. Don't know why I bother really. Most of its just spam. Yesterday I had five emails offering me pills to give me a longer penis and two offering me pills to help me last longer in bed!"

I must have blushed bright red at this. I didn't know how on earth to respond to that.

There was a short silence, then Jess' face lit up as a thought occurred to her.

"What do you think happens if a girl takes a pill that's supposed to give you a bigger willy?" she asked.

I hadn't got a clue what to say. All I could do was mumble, "I don't know."

The conversation ended on that note, and Jess said goodbye and moved on to check her emails. I wanted to get some fresh air. I shut the computer down and went outside. I'd bottled it, I realised. I should have asked her out. But the idea terrified me. I didn't even know whether she was single. She hadn't mentioned anything about going out for a drink this time. Maybe she'd forgotten? She'd probably had quite a bit to drink at the party. Maybe if I asked her out for a drink she'd turn me down. And what should I say? Should I ask whether it was supposed to be a date or not?

After that encounter I regularly went into the computer suite, hoping Jess would be there. Sometimes she was. She would always greet me with her beautiful smile and be happy to talk to me for a while, chatting away about anything really - her course, what she had watched on TV the previous evening, stories from her gap year. Over time I got more confident in talking to her, and we always seemed to get on really well. Even better, she had never once mentioned a boyfriend, and I began to think that perhaps, just perhaps, I might one day pluck up the confidence to actually ask her out.

***

It was a Tuesday morning. I still remember it well. There shouldn't have been anything remarkable about it, really. Ryan and I had to attend a lecture in "communication skills". It was a compulsory part of our degree. Ever the conscientious student, I had already read through the lecture notes on the University website, and it all looked rather dull.

By the time we arrived at the lecture theatre it was almost full. We looked around to try to see two seats together. Then suddenly something, or rather someone, caught my eye. I could only see the back of her head from where I was standing, but... wasn't that Jess, laughing away at something her friend had said to her? And two empty seats next to her.

"Over there, two spare seats," I said to Ryan, and set off before he could object.

Upon reaching the seats I found that it was indeed Jess. She looked up at my approach and her face lit up with that perfect smile of hers.

"Hi, John!" she said. "Sit here!"

As I went to take the seat next to her, Ryan caught up.

"Oh, hi Jess," he said.

"Hi Ryan," she replied, flashing him a smile also.

"You two know each other?" I asked.

"Yeah," Ryan answered. "We went to school together."

I was rather surprised by this revelation. Neither of them had ever mentioned the other to me before.

It transpired that communications skills was also compulsory for students studying French, which was why Jess was there. The lecture proved as dull as expected, both in content and in delivery. The lecturer presented the whole thing in a monotone.

After about ten minutes of listening to him, Jess whispered to me, "he doesn't have a clue what he's talking about - he's just reading from the lecture notes." Then she raised her hand.

The lecturer broke off from his reading and looked at Jess, looking most surprised that anyone was interested in the subject enough to want to ask a question.

"Erm... yes?" he asked.

"I'm finding this really interesting," said Jess, in an obviously exaggerated tone of enthusiasm. "But can you explain to me how this relates to Khan's third law of dichotomy?"

I looked at her, amazed. What on Earth was she talking about? The mischievous expression on her face answered me. She'd just made it up.

"Erm... yes, that's... that's a really good question..." stammered the lecturer. "Erm... I'm going to be coming to that later in the lecture...yes, now, where were we..."

Jess and I collapsed into a fit of giggles at the lecturer's bewildered reaction. After that the lecture livened up considerably as we took it in turns to ask increasingly obscure questions of the embattled lecturer.

At the end of the lecture we amused each other with impressions of the lecturer's reactions to our questions. I was so happy that we were getting on so well, and really looking forward to the next lecture in communications skills. Perhaps soon I would even build up enough confidence to ask her on a date.

After the lecture Ryan and I walked together through the campus to the library.

"Did... did you know that I knew Jess?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

Ryan smiled. "Yes, she's told me all about your little chats in the computer suite."

"What do you mean?" I asked, anxiously. "What has she told you?"

"Just that she chats to you when she sees you," he said, nonchalantly.

"Nothing else?" I asked, disappointed that she hadn't expressed any more interest in me than that.

"Such as?"

Ryan was smiling. He must know something else.

"Such as that... that I really like her?"

Ryan laughed.

"Yeah, she knows that," he said.

"How?"

"Girls can tell that sort of thing," Ryan said.

"Really?" I asked, somewhat surprised. She'd never given me any indication that she knew I liked her. Or at least, I didn't think she had.

"Yeah, of course," Ryan said, laughing again. "She says it's obvious."

"And..." I asked, desperate to know if she had said something about how she felt about me. She must have.

"You do know she's got a boyfriend?" Ryan said, more seriously now.

"What?" I asked, almost panicked. "A boyfriend? She's never said anything?"

"Yeah," Ryan said. "Been with him a while. Mark. Nice bloke."

I couldn't believe it. I didn't know what to say. All this time, all that wondering, and now I had the answer. And it wasn't the answer I wanted.

"But she likes you," Ryan reassured me. "You know, as a friend."

***

I was disappointed, of course. I'd... well, I don't know if "fallen in love with" is the correct phrase, but I'd certainly come to very much like Jess, and to hope that we could be more than just friends. She was the first girl I'd ever felt like this about. Of course I'd found other girls attractive before (though not nearly as attractive as Jess), but I'd never felt like this about another girl, whatever "this" was.

Still, at least I knew now, and in a way that was a good thing. At least that's what I told myself. Which brings us to where the story started. I had to live with the fact that Jess had a boyfriend, and just look forward to the day when, maybe, possibly, Jess and Mark would split up and maybe, just maybe, she'd let me take her out on a date. And she, I told myself, would be worth the wait - no matter how long.

I did go out on a few dates. Ryan set me up with someone he knew from chess club. Another friend organised a date for me with a girl off his course. Both were actually more successful than my previous dates, though that wasn't difficult. I actually had the novel experience of a second date with both of the girls, and even a third date with the girl from chess club. But neither went any further than that. I tried to tell myself that I shouldn't compare them with Jess, but each time I saw Jess after one of the dates, I just couldn't get excited about going out on another date with the girl in question.

***

It was the first day back after Christmas. I hadn't seen Jess for weeks. I was walking through the campus on the way to the library when I caught a glimpse of her in the distance. I quickly changed direction and hurried towards her. As I got close I slowed down, hoping to look casual.

"Jess!" I shouted.

She looked round and gave me my first Jess smile of the year. How I'd missed that. She stopped and I caught up with her. She was just having a walk through campus, not going anywhere in particular. It was a bit cold to stand around chatting, so we walked together, not going anywhere specific, just talking.

We talked about what we had got for Christmas, what we had done, seeing our families. I reflected to myself how much easier I found it to talk to her now. Perhaps it was the fact that I wasn't worrying about whether to ask her out anymore. I wasn't sure. But all that mattered was how well we were getting on.

She made fun of me in her customary way. When I told her that my grandmother had bought me 20 pairs of socks, she mimed opening a present and then mimicked my facial expression upon seeing what was inside - surprise morphing into disappointment and then a rather unconvincing smile. I laughed, both because her impression was funny but also because it was uncannily accurate.

"And what's worse," I laughed, "was that she insisted I tried them on to see they fit - every single pair!"

Jess laughed. I loved it when Jess laughed. Especially when it was because of a joke I'd made.

"Then," I said, now starting to stretch the truth a bit to try to make Jess laugh again, "she insisted that the eleventh pair that I tried on were 'too small for me' and said that she was going to take them back to the shop - just that pair!"

Jess laughed again.

I mimed finding it difficult to lift my foot due to its alleged size.

"You know what they say about people with big feet," I said, laughing.

Jess gave me an innocent look.

"No, what do they say about people with big feet?" she asked.

"Big hands!" I declared.

"Now is that what you really meant?" Jess asked, still maintaining her angelic expression. "Or were you thinking of another part of your anatomy?"

"No, of course not!" I protested, still in a joking tone, though wondering exactly where this was going.

"So you've..." she said, giving me a naughty look, "not got a big willy?" 

What on Earth to say to that?

"Well," I said, fixing her with a serious look. "I suppose you'll never know."

Jess looked at me for a second, looking a bit uncertain, then giggled.

"I'll take that as a 'no' then," she said.

The conversation tailed off there. There was always a point where they did. It was a strange thing - I really liked her, as much more than just a friend. She knew I did. Through Ryan, I knew she knew I did. And she probably knew that I knew that she knew I did. If you see what I mean.

We got along so well now, better in fact that we had been I'd found out about her boyfriend. In a way it had been a good thing, as I was now more relaxed around her, not having to worry about whether I should ask her out or not, not having to worry so much about impressing her. But still, on occasions such as these, our conversations touched upon the outskirts of the discussion we never had, and they went no further.

Our friendship continued until the summer when we both graduated. She never mentioned her boyfriend to me, but I would occasionally overhear her talking to him on the phone, or be reminded by Ryan of the fact that she and Mark were still together.

***

After graduating we didn't really stay in touch. We tried, at first, but both of us were busy, and she lived quite some distance away from me. I still thought about her regularly, particularly in the first few months after we finished University, and it took me a long time before I could even consider looking at another girl. I did eventually manage to go on a couple of dates, and even managed to date one girl for two months, easily a record for me.

It was about a year after we had graduated that a reunion was planned, appropriately enough by the same friend who had organised the party at which I had first met Jess.

I wasn't sure whether to go or not. The potential presence of Jess left me in two minds. On the one hand, I had always really enjoyed being round her, and that final six months or so at University had been one of the happiest times of my life. But on the other hand, did I really want to see her again? Would she bring Mark? Perhaps they'd even be engaged by now? How would I feel about that? And would seeing her again rekindle all those feelings I had had for her a year ago?

In the end, I decided to go. I walked into the room where it was being held and looked around. I saw a few people I recognised, but not Jess. Then I saw Ryan. I'd lost touch with him, too, over the last year. I went over to say hello.

I asked how he was, what he was doing now, and he asked the same of me. Then, as soon as I felt the obligatory small talk had been made, I asked the question I really wanted to know the answer to - "do you know if Jess is coming?"





Jess



Ryan started laughing.

"I wondered how long it would take you to ask that!" he exclaimed.

"Are you... still in touch with her?" I asked, earnestly.

"Yes, we still chat to each other sometimes," he confirmed.

"And... is she coming?"

"Yes, she's coming," he said, smiling.

"And... is she bringing Mark?"

He laughed again.

"Mark and Jess split up ages ago," he said, then laughed once again at my facial expression upon hearing this news. "A few weeks after we all graduated."

"And..."

I didn't even need to ask the next question. Ryan knew what it was.

"Well, she's had other boyfriends since, of course. But... well, at the moment, yes, she's single."

This was the news I had waited to hear ever since that day when Ryan had told me Jess had a boyfriend. But there was one more question I had to ask.

"And... you know... should I? Would she?"

Another laugh from Ryan.

"John, we don't spend all our time talking about you," he said. "I don't know whether she'd go out with you or not. If you want to know, ask her, not me."

We carried on talking, but my eyes kept flicking over to the entrance door. Then, about half an hour later, there she was. Looking more perfect than ever. Looking back now, I don't remember any other detail of that scene. Just Jess.

It wasn't just me who was looking forward to my reunion with Jess, of course. Many of the other guests at the party approached her, and she stood there, laughing and joking away with them. I stood with Ryan, on the outskirts of the party, and kept glancing over at her. I was waiting for her to be left alone for a moment so I could have the chance to go and talk to her.

As the night progressed I got increasingly nervous. What if one of the other men at the party asked her out before I did? The longer I waited, the more chance that would happen. But if I did go over to her, what then? I was so nervous. All those nerves I had had back when I'd first met her, back when I had wondered whether to ask her out or not, what she would say, they were all back.

Eventually it was Jess who approached me, bright smile on her face.

"Hi John, how are you?" she asked.

"I'm... I'm fine," I said.

This was silly. I'd got over these nerves with her once, been able to laugh and joke away with her, but now we were back to where we started, back to that party where we had first met.

"What are you up to now?" she asked, still giving me that perfect smile of hers.

I told her.

"And you?" I asked.

She had spent some time working in France for her relative's firm, but was now back in the UK working at one of its British offices. She'd spent the last few weeks in Eastern Europe at the orphanages she'd spent time at in her gap year. She'd persuaded the company to sponsor her trip. Typical Jess, I thought. Such a caring person. I remembered the first time she had told me about her gap year in Eastern Europe, at that party back at University. I remembered how special I had thought she was then. I had been right.

"Remember... remember the first time we met?" I asked Jess.

She smiled. "Yeah."

"It was a bit like this, really," I said. "A party, same host..."

"Same you not socialising, standing at the side, chatting to Ryan," Jess smiled.

"Yeah."

"Same me coming up to you, trying to make conversation."

"Yeah. Same me making it difficult for you."

She smiled. "Yeah."

I laughed.

"I remember... you asked me out for a drink," I said.

"And you ignored me," she said, giving me a disapproving look.

"Is... is the offer still open?" I asked, tentatively.

A smile spread back across her face. Wow, she was beautiful.

"I suppose, yeah."

I was elated. Finally. But then, as I looked at her, as I remembered the first time we'd had this conversation, a little doubt crept into my mind. When she'd asked me out for a drink, she'd had a boyfriend. It had just been as friends. Was that what she meant now?

"Like..." I stopped. I had to know. And if she said no, well, I'd never have to see her again. At least I'd know.

"Like... as a date?"

Her face fell. Oh dear.

"A date?" she asked, concerned.

I couldn't back out now.

"Yeah... maybe... maybe we could go for something to eat too?"

Was this helping?

"John... I know that you really like me," she said, in a letting-me-down-gently sort of tone.

"But..." she continued. "You're just not my type."

All the excitement of a few minutes ago was gone. Over a year of hoping, wishing, and this was how it ended.

"Why? How?" I said, not sure what I should be asking.

"Well..." she said. "It's just... I never go out with anyone whose name begins with 'J'."

"What?" I said, incredulously. I hadn't meant to say it out loud, but I couldn't help it.

Jess burst out laughing.

I went from confusion, to disappointment, to anger. If she was going to turn me down, at least she could do it nicely. Not make fun of me like this. Not going out with people whose name begins with "J". That was funny?

Jess was in almost tears of laughter.

"Your face!" she exclaimed, laughing all the harder.

"What do you expect?" I retorted angrily.

Eventually she stopped laughing long enough to utter one word, "yes".

"Yes"? "Yes" what? From angry to bewildered.

"Yes, I'd love to go on a date with you," Jess said, and started laughing again.

What?

"The look on your face," she said, still laughing.

"What?" I asked out loud, still unsure of what was going on.

"I'm joking, John, joking. 'I never go out with anyone whose name begins with "J"'. C'mon. It's a joke."

"So... so, you do want to go out with me?"

"Yes, John, I'll go on a date with you."

For the first time ever, I hated Jess' sense of humour.

"Erm... OK," I said.

She looked at me expectantly.

I looked back, confused. Was there something else?

"Where? When?" she asked.

I laughed.

"I'm rubbish at this, aren't I?" I said.

"Yep," she responded.

***

So that's how, two weeks later, I found myself sitting opposite her in an Italian restaurant, on our first date. I was incredibly nervous: I'd waited well over a year for this chance, and I didn't want to mess it up now. Suddenly a thought occurred to me. 

"Remember those shoes you were looking at once?" I asked. "The ones that cost four hundred pounds."

She thought, but didn't immediately recall. I wondered how many pairs of shoes she had looked at that cost four hundred pounds.

"We were in the computer suite," I continued. I recalled the moment in my head. It wasn't the shoes that made that moment so easily for me to remember, of course. It was the fact that Jess had been there. I remembered her - where she had been sitting, what she had said, the tone of her voice, her expression. But the shoes...

"They were red, I think," I supplied.

A look of recognition came across her face.

"Oh, yeah, those," she said, face brightening slightly at the memory.

"Did you ever get them?" I asked.

"No," she smiled. "They were amazing, yes, but I couldn't be bothered to save up four hundred pounds for them."

The date went well. We had plenty to catch up on since we'd finished University, and we got along as well as we ever had. But still the nerves were there. Would she want to see me again?

As we finished our dessert, I tentatively asked the question.

"So... would you like to do this again?"

"What? Eat this ice cream? Of course, it's delicious!" she said, deliberately misunderstanding my question.

"You know what I mean," I said, once again wishing she didn't have such a playful sense of humour.

She smiled.

"Yeah, yes I would," she said.

As we parted to go our separate ways, she kissed me, on the lips. Wow. How long I had dreamed of even that. It was worth every bit of the wait.

***

Our next date was to the cinema, the third to the races, the fourth to the theatre. Every date was a dream come true for me, literally. I'd spent so long wondering what it would be like to date Jess, to cuddle up close to her in the back row of the cinema or just hold her hand. I'd played the scenarios out a thousand times in my head. But now here it was for real, and the real Jess was a thousand times better than the Jess in my head.

We talked about our time at University, how she'd known from early on how much I liked her, how nervous I had been about asking her out, how disappointed I'd been to discover she had a boyfriend. But that was all in the past now. Mark was no longer in the picture (he'd actually recently emigrated to Australia, or so she'd heard). I was her boyfriend now. Perhaps there were men who were jealous of me now, as I had been jealous of Mark.

Neither of us wanted to rush anything. I'd waited so long for this. I wanted to savour every moment.

***

One day, I arrived at the house she shared with a few of her friends. It was almost a month since I'd last seen her, the longest period since we had started dating. She'd been back to Eastern Europe as part of her company's sponsorship of the orphanages there. I was looking forward to seeing her so much.

I knocked on the door and her housemate answered. She told me that Jess was running a few minutes late, but had asked that I go and wait for her in her room. She gave me directions.

I'd been in Jess' room at University a few times, but never here, never since we had started dating. Her bed was against the wall at the far side of the room, and she had set her clothes for that evening out on it. Her dress, her bra, her knickers. I'd never even seen Jess in her underwear. Imagined it, yes. I felt like I was invading her privacy somehow. But then, she'd asked me to wait in here.

I looked round. Dressing table with mirror. Make up set out ready. I imagined her sitting there, readying herself for our date. Some photos on the wall - some of Jess with her friends, some of what I presumed to be her family, some of her with the orphans in Eastern Europe, some of her with me.

She had a row of books lined up on a bookshelf in the corner. Travel books. Classic literature like Jayne Eyre and Sense and Sensibility. Some books in French.

Just then my literature review was interrupted.

"Hi John."

I looked up. There was Jess, one towel wrapped round her body, one round her hair. Wow.

"Hi Jess," I said.

"Sorry I'm running a bit late," she said, walking over towards her bed.

"No, no, that's fine," I said. It was fine. Seeing her wrapped in just a towel was more than enough compensation.

"I just need to get ready - it'll only take me a few minutes, I'll be quick," she promised.

My eyes were still fixed on her. I was stood in the middle of the room, she was now standing at her bed, facing away from me. What did she want me to do? Avert my eyes? Leave the room?

She dropped the towel.

There she was, the girl of my dreams, naked in front of me for the first time. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to look or not, but I couldn't help myself. What a perfect body she had. What a perfect bottom.

I looked up. She had turned her head and was looking over her shoulder. She had a nervous smile on her face. As soon as I looked up, she looked away again.

Then she picked up her knickers and stepped into them. Next she put her bra on, and I watched her fasten it behind her back. Then she turned to face me. 

"You like this dress?" she asked, gesturing to the dress laid out on the bed.

Dress? What dress? My eyes were still exploring her underwear clad body.

"The dress?" she asked.

"Um... yeah, perfect," I said.

Perfect where it was, I thought. On the bed. Not on Jess. Not covering up her body.

Jess put her dress on and then quickly applied some make-up. I waited patiently, replaying the scene from earlier in my head. Jess naked. Jess in her underwear. What I'd waited for for so long.

Both of us were a bit quieter than normal on the date. Jess told me about what she had been doing in Eastern Europe, how she had helped out the poor orphans, and again I was overwhelmed by what a kind and caring girlfriend I had. But there was one thing that neither of us spoke about - what had happened in her bedroom.

I walked her home from the restaurant, and at her front door I gave her a kiss and said goodbye. I'd turned and was walking down the drive when she called after me. Did I want to stay for a drink?

Once again, I wondered what she meant by a drink. Did she just mean a drink? Or something more? I had to find out.

I turned round and headed back up the drive. She stood back to let me in.

The house was empty apart from the two of us. Her housemates, she explained, had gone camping together, and would not be in tonight. She made us both a cup of tea, and we sat there, drinking, in silence.

"John?" she asked, eventually.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"What's the furthest you've ever, y'know, gone with a girl?"

I blushed.

"Um... nowhere really," I said, honestly. "Just kissing."

She smiled, and said no more.

I wanted to know.

"And you?"

She smiled again.

"Well, my longest relationship was with Mark, as you know. I... I wanted to, but he was very religious. He wanted to wait until we got married. So we never did anything."

"Closest I ever came," she continued, her own face turning increasingly red now, "was with Barry. I went out with him after I split with Mark. We'd been going out for a few months. We both wanted to. We went up to bed. Undressed each other..."

I wasn't sure I wanted to hear any more of this story. I regretted asking now. I hated the idea of another man having his hands on Jess.

"...you know, started touching, but... but... I don't know. It didn't feel right. I don't know what it was. Maybe he was just too confident. I knew he'd slept with other girls before. I told myself it didn't matter. But maybe it did. I don't know. Maybe I just wasn't ready. It's supposed to be really special, your first time, isn't it? You remember it for the rest of your life? And I just didn't want that time to be the one I'd remember."

Wow. So Jess was a virgin. I'd wondered that for so long. I had never thought she would be. After all, she'd been going out with Mark for years. But she was. And where was this leading? Was this drink just a drink? Or did she finally feel ready? With me?

We looked at each other. She was so perfect. She was the only girl I'd ever felt like this about. The only girl I ever wanted to feel like this about. Perhaps the only girl I ever could feel like this about.

Just then, the front door opened. The spell was broken. It was her housemates. The weather had been terrible. They'd packed up and come home early.

***

Jess was special. She was the most special thing in the world to me. She wanted her first time to be special, to be perfect. And I wanted that for her too. Why she wanted her first time to be with me, I hadn't got a clue, but she seemed to. There must have been something about me she liked.

It was by now approaching two years since we had first met at that party. I remembered the exact date. Two years ago I had met this special, perfect girl. Two years later I was planning what I hoped to be an appropriate commemoration.

I'd asked her out for a drink. What else? I hadn't told her of the significance of the date. I wasn't sure if she would remember.

I turned up at her house at the appointed time, tingling with nerves. I was carrying a box, a gift for this special anniversary. I had dressed in my dinner suit, carefully dusted off and pressed for the occasion.

Jess came to the door dressed casually, and looked at me in surprise.

"I thought we were just going for a drink?" she asked, suspiciously.

"Well, yeah, I thought we could have a bite to eat as well," I said.

She looked at me even more suspiciously.

"I'd better go and change," she said. Just as she turned to go back up the stairs, she noticed the box in my hand.

"What's that?" she asked.

"A present for you," I said, smiling.

"Why, is it a special occasion?" she asked.

"Well, it's two years since we first met," I said, nonchalantly, as if it wasn't a big deal.

"Really?" she asked, genuinely surprised.

"Yeah," I said, handing her the box.

Jess disappeared upstairs, and I went and sat in her lounge to wait for her. I flicked aimlessly through the TV channels, unable to think about anything other than the evening ahead. It was a good half hour before she was ready. It was a good thing I'd left plenty of time.

Finally she appeared in the doorway. She looked stunning. She was wearing a "little black dress" that I had never seen her in before, showing just a hint of cleavage, showcasing her amazing figure perfectly. She had her hair down to her shoulders, just the way I liked it. She was wearing very little make-up. She didn't need it. She was naturally beautiful. And on her feet, those shoes. The shoes I had first seen her looking at almost two years ago, when the prospect of a night like this with her had seemed impossible.

"Like them?" I asked, gesturing to the heels.

"Yes, they're amazing," she said, face lighting up.

"They're the right ones, the ones you wanted?" I asked.

"Yeah."

Phew. At least I'd wasted four hundred pounds on the right shoes.

"Worth the wait?"

She giggled a bit.

"Yeah."

She smiled, slightly coyly.

"So, where are we going?"

"You'll have to wait and see," I replied.

As I drove us to our destination we spoke only occasionally. I was nervous because I knew what was coming up, she was nervous because she didn't.

It was only when we started to drive into the airport that Jess realised that this was more than just a meal out.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Where would you like to go?" I asked, immediately regretting this question lest it receive an answer other than the one I wanted.

I looked at her. She was looking at me inquisitively, chewing her lip slightly.

"Won't... won't we need passports?" she asked, thinking aloud.

I reacted with mock horror.

"I... I never thought..." I said, sounding panicked.

Her own expression changed to one of concern.

"How long do we have before the flight?" she asked, sounding worried. "Perhaps we'll have time to get back and..."

I started to laugh. I couldn't keep up the pretence any longer.

"Look in the glovebox," I instructed.

She did so, and pulled out two passports. She flicked them open at the details page.

"I asked one of your housemates to get it for me," I supplied.

"You've thought of everything, haven't you?" she said, smiling.

"I hope so," I replied, hoping she hadn't just jinxed my plans.

I found somewhere to park and we got out of the car. I went to the boot and took out two overnight bags. I handed her the one I'd had her housemate pack for her.

"Thought of everything," she repeated, shaking her head slightly.

Once inside the airport I couldn't really keep the secret any longer. I was taking her to Paris. I knew that she had loved her time working in France, and particularly enjoyed French cuisine. In fact, I even knew what her favourite restaurant was in Paris. She'd talked about it a few times in the past. We had a table booked there tonight.

The plane was, inevitably, delayed. I checked my watch and factored in the one hour time difference with Paris. I knew we wouldn't have much time to make it to the restaurant once we landed in Paris. I watched the minutes tick by, terrified that my plans would be ruined.

Eventually we boarded the plane and were in the air. Jess kept quizzing me about what we were going to do in Paris, but I kept it secret. It was a surprise, I told her.

We landed in Paris and went to find a taxi. I couldn't speak a word of French, so I left Jess to give the details to the driver. Which meant, of course, telling her where we were going. She shrieked with delight when I mentioned the name of the restaurant and flung her arms around me.




Jess



We made it to the restaurant just in time. It was indeed an excellent restaurant, and Jess was delighted to be back here after months away back in England. She translated the menu for me and recommended some of her favourite dishes.

As we waited for the food, we discussed how pleased she was to be back here. She told me that it was made even more special by the fact that she was here with me.

I looked around the restaurant, taking in every detail, fixing it in my mind. I didn't want to miss a single thing. I knew I would remember this forever.

I savoured every mouthful of the food, and watched as Jess did the same. Jess' dish included oysters, and she offered me one.

"They're supposed to be aphrodisiacs," she said.

I declined. I've never been very adventurous when it comes to sea food. And, in any case, I didn't need any aphrodisiacs. I had Jess.

After the meal we went for a walk around Paris, Jess pointing out her favourite sights. Although it was now autumn, it was a warm evening. There was nowhere else in the world I wanted to be now that here, with Jess, having her show me her favourite places, talking to me in that lovely accent I'd first heard two years ago to the day. 

I of course had no idea where we were, and no idea where the hotel was. Fortunately, when I finally disclosed the name of the hotel, after a quick check on a map, she told me we were quite close.

Soon we arrived at the hotel. The grand frontage was nothing less than I would have expected for the extortionate amount I had paid for a room. Still, she was worth it. I took a deep breath. Now was the moment of truth. I'd planned my little bit of theatre for this moment for weeks. I didn't want her to feel pressured into spending the night with me. I wanted it to be her choice.

"Well," I said, struggling to get out my pre-planned words through my nerves. "We'll get you booked into your room, then I'll head off to my hotel."

Jess looked surprised. "You're... you're not staying here?"

I faked a laugh.

"No," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "I couldn't afford two rooms here! I've booked one for you here, and one for me somewhere a bit cheaper."

Jess just looked at me. She had her head tilted to one side slightly, an inquisitive look on her face. She looked at me like that for a good few seconds, trying to work me out.

Then, "OK, then, well, I'll see you tomorrow."

She gave me a smile and started to head up the steps to the entrance.

No, no, that's not how it was supposed to go. Not how it was supposed to go at all. Was she being serious? You never could tell with Jess.

She seemed to be walking up the steps a little more slowly than she would normally walk. She even stopped a couple of times to adjust her bag over her shoulder.

I thought hard. How well did I know Jess? Did she really want to go and spend the night in that luxury room all alone? Or, as with the restaurant, was this something that would be "made even more special" by me being there? I didn't know, but I took a guess.

I ran up the steps after Jess, who by now had gone through the front door. She was sat there in the lobby on one of the plush sofas. As I walked in, she looked up and beamed at me.

"I... I..." I was speechless. I'd never planned for this eventuality. I had no pre-prepared line.

"You... you..." Jess mocked.

I stood there, still speechless.

"You realised that I didn't have any of the booking information and so couldn't book myself into my room without you?" she supplied, still grinning.

"I... erm... yes..." I grabbed at the offered explanation. Then it hit me. Of course it had been a game, a challenge. She couldn't have booked into the room without me. She never expected me to disappear off to another hotel. She'd have been stuck if I had.

I booked us in at the desk, then led the way to our room. I put the key-card in the door and the light flashed green. I pushed the door open, letting Jess walk in ahead of me.

The room was fantastic. It was large and everything was plush and to the highest quality. From the window we had a fantastic view over Paris. In the middle of the room was a kingsize bed.

Jess took a seat on the bed and pulled off her shoes. It seemed like so long ago now that I had presented them to her.

"Well, it's late," she said, yawning. "I'd better get to bed."

She started to pull off her dress, lifting it high enough for me to see her knickers, then stopped and dropped it back down.

"Are you still here?" she said, teasingly. "You'd better be getting to your hotel."

I could tell from the look on her face and her tone that she was joking, and she wanted me to know that.

"Um... yeah..." I responded, pretending to root in my overnight back. "Now where did I put the details?"

Eventually I gave up, feigning defeat.

"I must have forgotten to pack them," I said, trying my best to sound disappointed.

"What's the hotel called?" she asked, a smile on her face.

I searched around my mind for a French word. I could only think of one French phrase, and it didn't sound remotely appropriate for a hotel. But it might make her laugh.

"L' je m'appelle 'otel," I said, putting on an awful French accent (the only kind I can manage).

It had the desired effect. She collapsed into a fit of laughter, tears literally running from her eyes. I laughed too. The joke, coupled with the by now rather obvious revelation it had made (that I had not booked another room) broke the tension.

"I guess," she said, between giggles, "that it would be OK for you to share this room."

"After all," she added, looking at the bed, "there's plenty of room for both of us."

***

I sat on the bed beside her, and she moved herself up closer to me. Our lips met. Her lips felt dry, and I knew mine were too. It was reassuring knowing she was as nervous as I was. She wrapped one arm round me, pulling me closer. We looked into each others' eyes, holding each others' gaze. She had beautiful brown eyes.

I wrapped my own arms around Jess, and we sat there, just kissing, cuddling, enjoying being close to each other. I felt her tongue against my lips. A French kiss. In Paris. What else?

I responded, touching my own tongue against hers, savouring every detail: the feeling, the taste, the closeness between us. I gently pushed my tongue against hers, and she pushed back. I let my tongue slip off hers and onto her lower lip, running my tongue to the corner of her lips.

We sat there for what seemed like ages, just kissing, nothing more, each waiting for the other to take the next step, to take this beyond where we had been before. I could feel my cock starting to harden, and felt embarrassed. I wasn't sure how Jess would react if she noticed.

I decided to try kissing her neck. I'd never had the courage to do that before with her; it had always felt too intimate. I tore myself away from kissing her lips and drew my head back slightly, giving me the opportunity to see her whole face. She was stunningly beautiful, every last feature. Her eyes, looking expectantly at me, wondering why I had stopped kissing, her mouth, turned into the beautiful smile of hers, her hair, still immaculate.

I place my lips on the right side of her neck, not quite sure what to do, just kissing her as gently as I could. She drew in a deep breath, which I took as encouragement, and I kissed her there again. As I kissed her again and again on her neck, moving my kisses around slightly, I could feel her body starting to relax in my embrace. I hadn't realised how tense she had been until then. It reminded me of how tense I still was. I knew that I should just relax and enjoy it: this was supposed to be fun. But I was so scared of doing something wrong.

I realised that I was thinking about this too much, I just needed to relax. I returned my gaze to Jess' face. I wanted to kiss every one of her perfect features, and I decided to do just that.

"You..." I said, kissing her hair, "... are...", kissing her cheek, "... so...", kissing her forehead, "... beautiful..." kissing her on the tip of her nose. She giggled.

"Even my nose?" she asked.

"You have the most beautiful nose in the world," I said, kissing it again.

She brought her lips back to mine, biting on my bottom lip quite hard. My eyes opened slightly wider in surprise and she giggled again.

I wanted her dress off, and so I took hold of the hem and started to pull it up. She helped me by lifting herself off the bed slightly so that I could get it past her waist. I lifted it further, over her chest, revealing her bra. She lifted her arms so that I could pull it over her head.

I threw her dress onto the bed then sat back slightly to look at her. She was wearing a strapless black bra, which sat quite low on her breasts, revealing plenty of cleavage. My eyes moved down her body to her black briefs, and down her bare legs all the way to her feet. She was just as perfect as I'd imagined.

"What do you think?"she asked, sounding slightly nervous.

"I think you're perfect," I whispered, looking into her eyes again.

"Only think?" she said, teasingly.

"You are perfect," I rephrased, and she smiled.

"OK, fair's fair, let me see your body now," she said.

She started to pull at the dinner jacket I was still wearing, and I helped her get it off best I could. She put it down on the bed much more neatly than I had disposed of her dress.

Next she turned her attention to my bowtie, looking confused for a second before she realised it was clip-on. She gave me a disappointed look.

"A clip-on bow tie? You could at least have made the effort."

I looked at her, worried. Had I disappointed her? Did she think that I wasn't taking this seriously, didn't really care about her? Then she laughed.

"The look on your face! Don't take things so seriously. I'm joking."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Next she started to unbutton my shirt, moving slowly, a look of concentration on her face. As she undid the bottom button, she bit her lip. She looked incredibly sexy, sitting there in just her underwear. Finally she opened my shirt, then sat back, leaving me to finish taking it off.

She sat there, running her eyes up and down the top half of my body, in the same way I had admired her body before. I was nervous - she had such a perfect body and I thought of my body as just average - would she be disappointed? Her facial expression suggested not.

She didn't say a word, but next she undid my belt, then the button on my trousers. She pulled my trousers open, revealing the front of my boxers. Poking out of the top of my boxers was my erection. As soon as she noticed, Jess stopped what she was doing and just stared at it. She looked up at me. I must have been blushing profusely. She studied the look on my face for a few seconds then looked back down. After a few more seconds, without a word, she pulled the waistband of my boxers up to cover it.

She pulled my trousers off and again folded them neatly on the bed. She had to pull them off over my shoes that I was still wearing, and whilst she was folding the trousers I pulled my shoes and socks off. So there we were, both in our underwear.

Jess lay back on the bed, and looked at me invitingly, waiting for me to join her. I accepted the invitation, lying myself on top of her, wrapping my arms around her again. I felt a sudden surge of excitement at being in this position, a throb in my cock, now we were in this sexual position. Our chests were pressed against each other. I could feel her breasts against my chest, the fabric of the bra, the bare skin above where the bra covered. I knew my erect cock was now so close to her own sexual parts. I wondered if she was thinking the same things.

"How does it feel?" I asked.

She kissed me passionately.

"That good," she said.

I reached behind her back, tried to undo her bra, but I couldn't work it out. A grin came across her face.

"Come on baby, you can do it," she said in mock encouragement.

Finally the two sides of the bra came apart, and I quickly pulled it off her body, throwing it onto the pile of already discarded clothes. I pressed my chest against hers, feeling her bare skin against mine, feeling her still soft nipples pressed into my chest. My cock finally freed itself from my boxers again, the tip of it now against her bare skin, just above the waistband of her own briefs.

"Can I look?" I asked.

"Mmm-hmm," she responded.

I raised my own body just enough to be able to look down at her bare chest, and could now see her bare boobs, in the shadow of my body; soft, perfectly formed, cute little nipples. I'd fantasised about this so many times before, but now seeing them for real was so much better.

With my left hand still propping my body up, I used my right hand to start to explore her breasts, find out how they felt. I ran my hand over her right boob, so gently, feeling the bare skin, putting my hand where no other man had before. She drew in a sharp intake of breath, and I stopped immediately.

"No - go on... it's nice," she said.

I carried on my exploration, squeezing gently, eliciting a little squeak from her. As I ran my hand around the underside of her boob, she drew in another breath, and muttered "there."

"Hmm?" I asked.

"There," she repeated. "Just there."

I returned my hand to where it had been and gently ran my hand over her again in the same motion.

"That's nice," she confirmed, "just there."

Emboldened by my success, I wriggled myself down her body and started to kiss her breast, starting from the top and then downwards, towards the nipple. It felt so strange but so fantastic. I kept reminding myself that this wasn't just any breast, it was Jess' breast. Perfect Jess. My Jess.

I singled her nipple out for special attention, giving it a long kiss, then another kiss, this time touching it with my tongue. Another French kiss. I could feel it now responding to the attention, growing erect. Jess was getting excited, and it was because of me. I rewarded her with a kiss right on that sensitive spot on the underside of her boob. She squirmed slightly and giggled a bit.

I carried on my downwards kissing, over her perfect tummy, down to the waistband of her knickers. I could see that her left hand had moved onto her crotch. I wondered if she had been subtly rubbing herself through the fabric whilst I had been kissing her breast. My penis gave another throb.

I put my thumbs into the waistband of her knickers on each side, then looked up at her for permission. She was biting her lip again, watching me intently. She gave a little nod.

I started to inch her knickers down, so slowly, savouring every moment. Whatever happened after tonight, every second of this would be logged in my mind forever, I was sure of that. Her pubic hair started to be revealed. In my fantasies I'd always wondered if she'd be shaved or unshaved - and which would I prefer? My mind was made up immediately. I preferred exactly like this. Thick, dark brown hair running down the centre of her mound.

I pulled them down further, still amazed that she would let me do this. She had her legs spread just slightly, but her pubes provided her with a little privacy, curled tight over her lady parts. I lowered them further, scarcely believing this was really happening, that Jess was sitting on the bed naked. Her toes were scrunched up against her cute feet.

I looked up to see her watching me with fascination, watching her boyfriend remove her knickers, experiencing being naked in front of a guy for the first time. As soon as she saw me looking she changed her expression, a mock impatient expression on her face, as if I was taking too long to undress her. I deliberately pulled her knickers over one foot first, leaving them still round her right ankle, making a big show of hesitating, as if I was struggling to get them off. Jess played along, theatrically lifting her eyes to heaven in frustration at my uselessness, kicking her leg up to try to get the last piece of clothing off her body.

Finally I took them off her, marvelling at the fact I was holding her knickers in my hand, looking at her crotch that they had been covering a short while before. I really don't get why girls remove their pubes: there's something far sexier about seeing a girl in her natural state, pubes and all. They were part of Jess, and for that reason I loved every single hair.

Jess put a hand over her crotch, and the spell was broken. I ran my eyes up her arm, up to her face, and she was looking at me, expectant. Of course, I was not to neglect Jess. She was what tonight was all about, what everything was all about. I moved up the bed to lie with her, and she turned on her side away from me, inviting me to spoon her. I did as she wanted, wrapping myself tightly around her, kissing her hair, brushing it out of the way to nibble at her neck.

Her appreciative moans encouraged me to explore her body, gently massaging her breasts with my hands, getting used to the feel of them, gently squeezing, stroking, an eager student learning from her wriggles and gentle moans what felt good for her, the sound of her enjoyment the greatest music I'd ever heard.

I could feel my cock so hard now, poking out from my boxers, pressing against her back, without even thinking about it rubbing it gently against her bare skin, leaving a trail of pre-cum on her body, hoping so desperately I managed to last at least until I was inside her, but desperate not to rush it, not to do anything until she was ready.

I ran my hands slowly down her body, giving her plenty of warning about their destination, plenty of time to protest if she wasn't ready, but no protest came. I ran my hand through her pubes then, at the last second, just as I felt her take a deep breath, readying herself for the most intimate touch, for her private parts to feel the touch of a guy for the first time, I redirected my hand, running it round her thigh and onto her bottom.

"Wimp!" Jess accused, only half jokingly. She thought that I'd backed out, not having the courage to go through with it. Whereas actually I'd just been teasing her - hadn't I? I responded by gently but firmly rolling her over to face me, then giving her a gentle smack on her bottom, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make her jump.

"I'll touch you there when I'm ready," I said, mock stern, looking into her eyes.

"Oh, I love it when you go all alpha male on me," she said, playing along.

I smacked her on her other butt cheek, just a little harder.

"Yeah, well, just remember who's in charge here," I said, doing my best alpha male voice.

We stared at each other for a few seconds in showdown, then Jess caught me my surprise, pushing me on my back and pulling herself on top of me, sitting on me just below my crotch, straddling me. I couldn't help but admire the view, staring at those beautiful breasts, perfectly perched on her chest.

Whilst I was distracted, she yanked my boxers down, lifting her body so she could pull them below where she had just been sat, then sitting down on me again with them deposited round my knees, staring down at my erect cock. For some reason, despite my arousal, I felt embarrassed being so exposed in front of her, and had to resist the urge to cover myself up.

Taking my cock in her hand, Jess slowly pulled the foreskin right back, and I reminded myself that this was the first cock she'd ever seen, in real life at least. Having it held in her hand felt incredible, and despite the fact that she'd wasn't even moving her hand, I felt like I was about to come.

"So I guess I just..." She squeezed her hand slowly, letting it slide up my shaft as she did so, closing it in a fist at the top, the skin still gripped in her hand, her little finger still pressed against the head through the skin.





Jess



"Like that?" she asked, brightly, smiling at me.

I nodded enthusiastically, desperate for her to do it again.

"And..."

She pulled her hand slowly down the shaft again, as far as it would go, until the head was completely exposed. She looked fascinated. As a guy who did this most days (usually thinking about Jess), it was so strange seeing how fascinated Jess was by it, but I reminded myself that pleasuring a cock was something totally new to her.

"Hello again!" she exclaimed, delighting in seeing the head of my cock on display again.

She experimented by squeezing her hand again, running it back up the shaft, sending further pleasure through my body. Even at this slow pace, I wasn't sure how long I could last.

"Oh, this is EASY, isn't it?!" she exclaimed, sliding her hand down the shaft again. "I can TOTALLY understand why guys do this all the time!"

She started to speed up, holding my cock tightly as she thrust her fist up and down my shaft, watching me carefully, her face lighting up at the enjoyment she was giving me. I looked into her eyes, her beautiful brown eyes, and we both burst into giggles. 

"You have such a weird sex face!" Jess giggled, and then laughed even harder as I, totally paranoid now about my facial expression, tried to look normal, whilst Jess teased my cock mercilessly with her hand, a few fast strokes then a slow one, then rubbing her hand quickly up and down just the head of my cock, making it totally impossible for me to display anything other than a contorted look of pleasure.

I suddenly realised that I was about to cum; my brain, used to me being in control of the thrusting, told my hand to slow down, but nothing happened. It was Jess' cute hand that was in control, still experimenting, watching the effect that her vibrating hand was having on me.

"No... Jess..." I protested, but Jess was getting excited herself now, and continued to thrust, pushing me towards the point of no return.

My cum shot out and onto her bare stomach. My whole body was overtaken by the strength of the orgasm, like nothing I'd ever managed to give myself. I took an involuntary gasp and my eyes closed, enjoying the feeling as much as I could, wishing I could hold onto it forever.

When my eyes opened again, the cum on Jess' tummy, even some of it in her pubes, was proof of just how excited I'd been - I don't think I'd ever managed to produce so much before, though I had never seen it on a girl's body before, so it was difficult to compare.

When I looked up at Jess she had a look approaching disappointment, but masked with that look girls put on when they want you to think everything's fine, even though it's not. Maybe it would have fooled other people, but not me: I'd spent enough time staring at Jess' beautiful face to know.

Jess quickly disappeared off to the bathroom to clean herself up, and I immediately missed her desperately. She must have been gone just a few minutes, but it seemed like forever. I didn't want to move from where I was, just wanted to wait for her to return, to wrap my arms around her. But as I imagined Jess wiping my cum off her body, I suddenly remembered the condoms in my bag: I hoped they'd still come in useful.

Feeling strange about walking around the room naked, I went over to my bag and dug down to the bottom, trying to find the packets I had hidden down there, really hoping airport security didn't decide to do a full search of my bag. I took out a few to be on the safe side - I'd practised with a couple at home, but didn't know how well I'd manage with Jess watching expectantly. I slipped them into the drawer at the side of the bed, just as Jess returned from the bathroom, her perfect body framed in the doorway.

Jess lay down next to me and without a word I wrapped her up in my arms, spooning her, holding her naked body as close as I could to mine. She was still very warm, and I assumed aroused. I could feel her body relax against mine, saw her eyes close. I gently slid my hand down her body, once again towards her lady parts, this time determined not to divert.

She did not react as my hand slipped closer to her crotch, as it touched her soft pubes, my fingers spread slightly to run through those curly hairs. But this time I let my hand continue, and her legs parted slightly, inviting me in. I moved my hand so slowly, teasing her, hoping she was enjoying this new sensation as much as I was. Then I felt the soft folds of her lady parts, moist with her juices. I explored her with my fingers, visualising that hidden jewel between her legs. Jess wriggled slightly and sighed softly.

"How long does it take for boys to... you know, be ready again?" Jess asked.

"I don't know... it depends," I replied, hoping my body would provide the answer soon.

Jess rolled over to face me, and we pressed our bodies close to each other.

"I've fantasised about this for ages," she said, quietly. "You know, lying there in bed at night, touching myself, wishing you were there with me."

Wow. I'd fantasised about Jess plenty, but somehow the idea of her lying there playing with herself, thinking of me, seemed ridiculous.

"Naked?" I asked, trying to visualise it.

Jess giggled.

"No, I don't sleep naked," she said, smiling. "Just put my hand down by pyjama bottoms, or pull them down if I'm feeling really excited and want to pretend you're putting your cock in me."

I couldn't believe Jess was talking so openly about masturbating - even though we were lying here cuddled up naked, it still seemed like something so private.

"You fantasise about us having sex?" I asked.

"Yeah, of course," she said, pulling a face that suggested this should have been obvious.

"Me inside you?"

"That's how sex works, isn't it?" she replied, teasingly.

"Have you ever... used a vibrator or something?" I wondered aloud.

She giggled again and for the first time looked a bit embarrassed about the conversation.

"No," she replied. "I've never actually had anything inside me. It's just pretend."

I liked that. I'd have felt very jealous even of a piece of plastic.

I put my hand back between her legs, and she instantly parted them to allow me access. I started to gently rub her, hoping I was doing the right thing. The smile that played out across her face suggested I was.

"What's the weirdest thing you've ever fantasised about us doing?" I asked.

Now she went all coy on me, turning her head away, but not stopping me from rubbing between her legs. From my very limited knowledge of female biology, I concentrated my attention on what I hoped was her clit, and from the sound of satisfaction she let out, I assumed I was doing the right thing.

"I don't know," she said at length.

She paused, then, "that's private," drawing out the final word in protest.

I teased her by keeping my hand still.

"It's for me to know and you to find out," she said, trying to rub herself up against my stationery hand. She was feeling a lot wetter now, her lips a lot more puffed up, than when I had started touching.

"You ready yet?" she asked impatiently as I lifted my hand slightly, forcing her to push her crotch towards me, making frustrated sounds.

My cock had started to harden slightly again, and I knew I'd be ready for Jess soon.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you?" I asked. I had no idea how to talk dirty, but this seemed like a start.

Jess looked me straight in the eyes, a mischievous look on her face. She was up for the challenge.

"I want you to take that nice big cock of yours," she said, widening her eyes. "And put it inside my soaking wet cunt..."

Jess hardly ever swore, never mind using the "c" word. Turned out she had a naughty side to her, and this whole talking dirty thing was really turning me on.

"And fuck me," she finished, adopting a very serious tone. We both burst out giggling.

I ran my hands up Jess' body, desperate to explore it all, map it with my hands. Jess did the same with my body, her hands soft but her touch determined. She ran her nails down my back, gently but enough so I could feel it. It felt great.

Her hands made their way onto my cock, which was now firm enough that she could give it a proper thrust, remembering what she had learnt earlier. Her hand slipped down, cupping and playing with my balls, feeling them, getting to know them.

I touched her breasts, which were so firm and warm, her nipples so tight with excitement. I squeezed and stroked, doing what I'd only ever done in fantasies before. Just as in my fantasises, Jess seemed to love it, smiling at me, making gentle sounds of pleasure, breathing heavily.

Somehow we ended up with me on top of her, astride her, legs wrapped round hers, our bodies tight together. I ran my hand down between her legs again, which were now well parted, easily finding her clit, running my hand down her lips, feeling her moistness, her body preparing itself for me. For me.

I knew I couldn't last much longer. Jess hadn't learnt her lesson from earlier and was rubbing my fully erect cock hard, endangering another premature end.

"Are you ready Jess?" I asked.

She stared into my eyes, as if trying to convince herself this was OK, it was me, it would be fine.

She nodded.

I reached for the drawer, pulled it open, grabbed one of the packets. I ripped it open, hoping I wasn't about to make an idiot of myself in front of Jess. How that still mattered to me even here, like this.

I'd practised, I'd practised, I'd practised. It couldn't go wrong. I rolled the condom on and yes! I did it! Jess gave me a quizzical look. I'd done it a little bit too easily. Then she burst out laughing.

"You practised?!" she exclaimed, still breathing heavily from her excitement and our heavy petting. "That is sooooo you."

I kissed her to stop her mocking me, and she kissed back, much more passionately than I had expected. I almost forgot what I was supposed to be doing further down our bodies.

Jess broke the kiss and looked at me reproachfully.

"In," she said.

My cock was already nestled in her pubes. What the hell was I supposed to do now? It seems so obvious until you're actually there, terrified of getting it wrong, putting it in the wrong place, or missing.

I slid it down, sliding easily over her wetness. Jess kept eye contact with me. I kissed her again. I slipped my cock between her folds, and to my relief finally felt the head slip inside her. She stared at me, and I was so glad that this was her first time too, that we were sharing this together. I just wished I knew what I was doing a bit more.

I pushed myself slightly further inside her tight passage, savouring every ounce of how it felt, hoping it felt good for Jess too. I wanted to be gentle, I wanted her to enjoy her first time just as much as I was doing. I pulled myself out, gently, enjoying the sensation, enjoying my cock sliding against her lubricated vagina.

I slipped it in again, gently, just past the head, unable to believe I was finally having sex, after all those years of fantasising about it, and with Jess. My Jess. The most beautiful, perfect girl in the world. I kissed her again and she kissed back. She wasn't telling me to stop; she was OK.

After a few more thrusts I couldn't resist any more, and let myself slide further, entering her, taking her, claiming her. She clutched me tight and took a sharp intake of breath, and I stopped, wondering if I'd gone too far. I wondered how far you were supposed to go in the first time. Was this too far?

But she didn't complain, just kissed me again, telling me it was OK, I was doing OK. I kissed her back. She was so special. I pulled out then in again, out then in, starting to get a rhythm, starting to get comfortable with this new experience. Each thrust was so incredibly pleasurable, the inside of her vagina so warm and welcoming and cosy. I let myself further and further in, until eventually I felt my balls bump against Jess' body, telling me she was taking all of me.

Her vagina clenched tightly around me, opening up for the first time for a cock, doing a fantastic job of making it comfortable. Jess continued to clench me tightly, but if it was uncomfortable at all, she didn't say. She just kissed me, and I kissed her, and our bodies rubbed against each other, and my whole world was me and Jess.

I slipped my hand between her legs, determined that she should enjoy it as much as me, determined to do everything I could to make her feel the pleasure I was feeling. I found her clit, hard and wet and begging to be played with. She started to grunt with pleasure, her body wriggling under me, my cock thrusting in and out of her vagina, more quickly now, my excitement reaching climax.

Jess wrapped her legs tight around me, instinctively trying to maximise her pleasure, her body clearly aching for satisfaction. I kissed her, squeezed her, touched her, thrust into her, faster, saying her name, "Jess... Jess..." Reminding myself that this was real. This was her. This was happening.

My body held out longer than I expected. The pleasure swelled and swelled, more and more intense, but impossibly I didn't cum, I carried on thrusting, Jess and I now breathing together, moaning together, kissing frantically. She clutched so tight I could never imagine us being separate again.

Then I came. It was an orgasm unlike any I'd had before. So perfect, so intense, so complete. I thrust more, cumming more. It must have only lasted seconds, but it felt like much longer. I could no longer feel the join before me and Jess; she was me and I was her.

I came to a stop, my cock still inside Jess. I never wanted to take it out, fearing this would never happen again, that it was all some mistake, or that it would have been so awful for her that she'd never want to see me again. I looked at Jess. She was smiling. That impossibly perfect smile.

I let my cock, now almost flaccid, slip out. In the post orgasm calm, it felt weird that it had ever been in there in the first place. I rolled the condom off, tied it and put it on the side. I didn't want to let go of Jess for now, not even for a second. 

I rolled onto my back, letting Jess lie on top. It felt right, like that's how it should be. She rested her head on my chest, and I held her. There was nothing sexual about this any more; it didn't excite me that her boobs were pressing into my chest. It was just me and her, and nothing else in the world mattered.

I stroked my hand gently through Jess' hair. Her eyes were closed, and I wondered if she'd fallen asleep.

"You OK Jess?" I asked quietly.

"Mm-hm," she replied.

"Happy?"

"Very."

"Me too."

We both fell asleep with her still cuddled up on top of me. I didn't know people actually did that.

***

I looked at my watch. Jess was late. I was nervous enough as it was already. I'd been planning this for so long, and was paranoid about anything going wrong. My eyes flickered between the approach road and my phone, hoping to see her walking towards me, but being prepared to settle for a text to tell me where she was.

The phone chimed and vibrated. I'd picked a special chime, just for messages from Jess. Just hearing it made me smile every time. But today I delayed my smile, hoping that it wasn't going to be bad news, hoping she was just delayed, not cancelling.

The message was a photo with the caption "sorry, just getting dressed now". The photo had been taken in her bathroom mirror, showing her bent over, pulling on a pair of knickers, which were halfway up her legs. I could just about make out her pubes in the shadow of her body, but had a perfect view of her bare boobs, hanging free from her body. Her hair was untidy, showing she hadn't brushed it yet. I was going to be waiting a while.

I wondered if Jess realised how important today was for me. She'd send me photos of herself every so often, but photos of her not wearing many clothes were a rare treat. Maybe for my birthday, or if I'd done something especially nice for her, or on occasion if she got especially carried away whilst she was masturbating. But even then, she'd usually shy away from actually showing anything, usually teasing me with a strategically placed pillow or hand.

Even though I'd seen - and touched - everything in the photo a fair few times since that nice in Paris, there was something especially exciting about seeing it on my phone screen here in this public place, looking round to make sure no one was walking past to catch a glimpse of Jess' naked body. But it was quiet here at the lake today; I was the only person sitting on any of the benches which surrounded it.

I stretched the photo on the screen, zooming in on her perfect boobs. Her nipples were erect; she had obviously got herself excited taking the picture for me. Jess knew how to win me over; I was no longer remotely bothered about her being late. It's funny the effect a naked female body can have on a guy. I stroked her breasts on my screen, imagining I was doing it in real life. I could feel myself getting an erection, and again shot a look around, hoping there was no one close enough to notice.

After a few minutes, I reluctantly deleted the picture. This was our agreement. Jess didn't like me to keep photos like this of her on my phone in case it was stolen. Also, she told me, I had to earn seeing her naked; she didn't want me to be able to have a look whenever I wanted.

Jess could be a massive tease when it came to sex. Just a few weeks ago we had gone up to her bedroom after a date and started to undress. She was being extremely flirty and I was getting extremely excited. She had been away for a few weeks, and it felt like I hadn't seen her in ages. I couldn't wait to get my hands on her.

She was wearing a new pair of sexy undies that didn't leave much to the imagination. As I reached behind her back to unfasten her bra, she looked at me with feigned surprise. We weren't having sex, she told me. Where had I got that impression from? She just wanted a cuddle. The mischievous glint in her eyes told me that she'd planned this all along.

As I lay there with her warm body cradled in my arms, only the thin fabric of her scanty underwear separating her body from mine, I thought how far we had come. Not long ago, I would have given anything just for this, yet now I was frustrated not to be getting more. I reminded myself how lucky I was, and we fell asleep in each other's arms. In the middle of the night, Jess woke me up. She was naked and gently tugging at my cock. Let's just say she made it worth my wait.

I looked at the time again. Ten minutes had passed since Jess' text. Jess wasn't the kind of girl who took all that long to get ready. She didn't feel the need to wear a lot of make-up, or spend ages doing her hair. I knew she wouldn't make me wait that long. She lived only about ten minutes drive away, so she should be here soon.

Not long after, a figure approached in the distance. It was Jess. She was smiling. Smiling about the fact that she was coming to see me. I cast my mind back to that day in the computer room when I struggled to even string a sentence together to talk to her. How I wished I could have gone back and told my then self what I knew now. But would I have done? Would I have wanted to ruin the surprise? Would I appreciate Jess as much today if I hadn't once thought I never had a chance with her?

She walked closer, wrapped up against the autumn chill. She looked stunning. Perhaps my former self and my present self had something in common, because I couldn't imagine how I was going to even summon the nerve to say "hello" to Jess today. Somehow I had become used to the idea of going on dates with her, kissing her, even sleeping with her. But the idea of asking her the question I was going to ask today, the idea that there was even a chance I might get a positive answer, that still seemed like a fairy tale.




Jess



I stood up as she approached and kissed her. I made a resolution the first time we kissed that I would never ever take that simple act for granted, and I promise you I never have.

"Hello," she said.

Simple. An exchange we had had a million times.

"Um... hi," I replied.

What to say? What to say? What to say?

I'd practised this over and over, but none of the hundred different versions seemed to fit.

I looked out over the lake.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" I asked, mind still racing.

Jess knew me well enough to know something was up. I wondered if she knew me well enough to know what it was.

"Yeah," she said, looking out over the lake, then back at me.

"Jess..." I ventured.

"It's kind of cold to stand still," she said. "Shall we walk?"

She slipped her hand into mine.

"I've loved you ever since the first time I met you," I continued. My mind flashed back to that party, that perfect girl approaching me.

"That's silly," she giggled. "No one falls in love with someone that quickly."

"I'd never met anyone anything like you before," I continued, undeterred.

"That's because you're an unsociable bastard," she countered, slightly reproachfully.

"Isn't," I replied.

"If it hadn't been for me going out of my way to approach you, to force you to talk to me, you'd have never had the chance to 'fall in love' with me," she smiled, making air quotes.

"I'm glad you did," I smiled.

She didn't reply straight away. But then she moved closer to me, pulling my arm round her.

"Me too," she said.

"I'll love you forever, Jess," I said. Maybe it sounded corny, but I didn't care.

She looked at me, raising an eyebrow.

"Forever's a long time," she said lightly.

"Slightly longer than three-ever," I replied.

She giggled a lot more than the terrible pun deserved.

"I'll love you five-ever," she replied.

It seemed like as good a moment as ever.

I got down on one knee.

"Jess? Will you let me make you happy for the rest of your life? Will you marry me?"

There was a pause, then I saw a tear running from Jess' eye. But she was smiling. I'm not ashamed to admit that there might have been a tear in my eye too. Eventually she managed to remember how to nod, and, much later, said "yes, of course".

There are some stories about people who overcome huge adversities, who fight epic battles, or who change the world. This isn't one of those stories. It's a story about an ordinary guy who ends up with a girl who's way out of his league. Or, as Jess tells me, reading the story over my shoulder as I write this final paragraph, a fantastic guy who needs to have more confidence in himself... who ends up with a girl who's way out of his league. I love you, Jess.



Jess



Trying to avoid eye contact with the old letch perving on her flip-flopped feet, Jess sat on the tube train with the ghost of her reflection fixed in the dark glass opposite her.

She knew it was a hopelessly narcissistic thing to think, but every day she was reminded just how much of a handicap her looks were. Most people blinked at her as if she was just too bright to stare at, or they peered at her out of the corner of their eye. Her body was healthy and curvaceous and her skin luminously flawless. As was her sleek black hair and huge, liquid eyes. Even her lips were plump and almost absurdly cupid. She hated every bit of it.

Only the delusionally overconfident or downright creepy ever dared talk to her. All the nice people scampered away if she sought them out. It had been over a year since she last had sex. And that was with this - admittedly gorgeous - physicist who was so intimidated he couldn't get hard then immediately came when she touched him. He was so mortified he avoided her after that. Then he even had the nerve to go and win the Nobel prize for some space-time thing, just to rub it in.

She crossed her legs and frowned at the gawper opposite. Then at everyone else on the tube. Then she got off the train.

She was knotted and tense with a horn she had been unable to deal with that morning. Her idiot flatmate had blundered into the bathroom and actually taken a shit just as she'd been trying to get off with the showerhead. So even that meagre release had been denied her. And it was the weekend. And she still had to work.

She let herself into the empty furniture showroom and cursed her bosses requirement to have someone there all the time, even though the place was so relentlessly chichi all their viewings were by private booking only.

"Darlink!" he said, often, knowing no other punctuation beyond exclamation, "but you are my most exquisite piece! When the morons buy my furniture they think they are buying the chance to be you!"

Jess harrumphed at her desk, set up facing the window, and set about her shop-dummy duty of trying to look busy. She turned on her laptop and flicked through her emails. Spam, spam, spam, spam.

"Bloody Vikings," she mumbled, then one message caught her eye. Amongst all the other tawdry toss, one stood out, its subject "Jess finally gets laid." The message was blank, but for a link. She knew she shouldn't click it. She looked about the empty showroom, outside to the empty street. She knew it was bad. She bit her lip. She knew she shouldn't... Her brain flipped down between her legs. She clicked the link.

No website, just a video popping up full screen, a naked girl spread across a black bed. He heart lurched and she reached for the off switch then squirmed in the illicit realisation that absolutely no-one could see. Even if they pressed their nose to the window, they'd see her not the screen.

She crossed her legs, supressed a smirk and watched the naked girl. Not naked. She still had a bra on. Somehow that made her seem even more exposed, just her bits out. The view was from some distance, so Jess couldn't see too much, but the girl clearly had dark hair and kind of looked like her.

Who was this from? Weirdly the email said it was from herself. The girl opened her legs, and proceeded to move a hand between them. Jess stopped caring who sent it.

Jess had never seen another girl do this, though had done herself a few times in front of the mirror in a shameful quest for sexual company. In fact it seemed this "Jess" seemed to be doing the same, watching herself. Or showing someone maybe.

Jess's heart thumped hard and her fingers trembled as she watched the girl fiddle and tease herself. She flicked a foot. Uncrossed her legs. The video girl looked so enticing, or was it just a "monkey see monkey do" thing? But Jess felt a familiar tight tingle between her thighs.

Her desk had a "modesty" panel. No-one could see her below the waist. She opened one knee and let her fingers brush up her thigh. Then as the girl in the video pulled her legs up and back, her hands holding herself open, Jess squeezed at her knickered warm podginess, trembling as it sent wriggles of electricity radiating out.

A figure stepped into the frame. Another woman.

"Oh yes..." Jess whispered as the woman knelt between the girls knees, face inches from her sex. When the woman dipped her head and started kissing and licking the girl, Jess' s head spun. She was too horny for this. She needed to cum. Now.

She reached up her short skirt and wriggled off her underwear as discretely as she could. Sliding down to the edge of her seat, she opened her knees and let her finger at her bits, dipping one into her slippery interior and spreading wetness over her clamouring spot. She gasped. The girl in the video looked close to climax, her body made delicious sinuous waves as the woman licked and her stomach muscles clenched and shuddered. Her eyes screwed shut; she clawed the bed beside her. The woman's head nodded and nuzzled and dipped. Jess tickled at her hard nub and a warm melting sensation gathered around her hips. She slid a finger deep into herself-

"Hello?"

A woman shouted from outside the window, knocking at the glass. Jess all but fell off her chair, sitting bolt upright. The woman beamed a smile and gestured to the shop door. She wanted to come in!

Jess's fingers were wet, her whole body shook - on the very precipice of an orgasm - and here she was faced with an actual customer. She slapped the laptop shut and stuffed her knickers into a drawer. Thank god, she had forgotten to unlock the shop door.

She scampered over to the door and unlocked it; suddenly feeling exposed in bare feet and the intimate breeze of wearing no underwear.

"I'm so sorry dear," the woman said, "I know I should make an appointment, but I understand you have a Michangelo Chaise, here?"

Jess blinked. The woman looked like herself, albeit in her thirties.

"Are you ok, darling?" The woman wasn't fazed at all by their similarity it seemed. "You look... flushed. I can come back?"

Jess shook her head clear, smiled and let her in.

"Oh my, I have to say," the woman said as she stepped in, "you are very beautiful." They laughed and a shared awkwardness lifted a little between them.

"This way Madam." Jess led her over to the chaise in one of the rooms at the back of the shop. The woman beamed at it. Her perfume had an expensive dry cleanliness.

"Oh isn't it lovely?" she said. "I do love this designer. I know it's a cheeky piece but, well it's for the bedroom anyway isn't it?"

Jess smiled vaguely. To her shame, she knew very little about any of the designers. The chaise looked kind of wobbly as far as she was concerned. Kind of Henry Moore with a few more... wobbles. It was wider at the feet and tapered to support the head. She secretly called it the gyno-couch.

"May I?" The woman, for some reason, kicked off her shoes and didn't wait for Jess's response before she sat, and then reclined, on the chaise. "How do I look? Would my husband approve, hmm?" She chuckled.

The woman had a fine figure and was dressed in a light silk dress. Jess felt an unfamiliar flip in her belly.

"Why sweetie!" the woman said, wriggling her hips and getting comfy, "You look like a hungry tiger, you are making me nervous!"

Jess felt her ears heat up. "I'll... umm leave you to-" but the woman held up her hand. She regarded Jess from her regal recline, legs and arms crossed neatly. "Has your awkwardness something to do with what you were watching before I came in?" she said.

Jess's jaw dropped. Her brain tumbled. The woman laughed, running one knee up the other. Lifting her skirt a little.

"Oh sweet girl, you were sitting in front of a mirror! I'm afraid your screen caught my eye as I passed. I had to let you know!"

Jess slumped, put her hand to her mouth. She closed her eyes. "Oh I'm so sorry," she said. The woman started to laugh again, but at the sight of a unexpected tear spilling down Jess's cheek suddenly jumped to her feet. She tipped Jess's face to hers.

"Oh lovely girl, what are you sorry for? You are young and healthy. I am the one who should apologise for being a filthy old peeping tom!"

Jess sniffed a giggle. Somehow filthy and old didn't seem fitting. "It's just been... so long," she said, "I'm going out of my mind."

"Would you like me to go?" the woman said. Jess shook her head. The woman tucked a strand of Jess's hair behind her ear and thumbed the tear from her cheek. "Good," she whispered, "because, if I am honest, I rather liked your ah... reflection."

The woman's eyes seemed to fill the whole room. The thought of those eyes taking Jess in - at her rudest - and enjoying it, made her trickle inside. The woman's hand lingered at Jess's cheek. Without a further thought, she brushed her face into it. She closed her eyes and kissed the woman's palm, rewarded a moment later by exquisitely soft, warm lips.

She relaxed her mouth against the woman's kiss and the invitation was taken in an instant. A gentle, warm tongue sought hers, and squirmed around it.

"Oh my," the woman sighed as they gasped apart. "I didn't expect this today!"

Jess giggled. "Me neither!" she bubbled and felt foolish. "Umm, obviously."

The woman reached up her own dress, grabbed something and quickly sat on the edge of the chaise. She neatly manoeuvred her feet out of her knickers. Jess felt her knee tremble in excitement as the intimate stranger waved the underwear like a flag and rubbed one foot coyly with the other. "Now we are even." She chortled and tossed them.

The woman leant back and kicked her foot. Her eyes slid up and down Jess's legs. Jess shivered at a swell of hunger. "Make me cum," she said, her voice sounding small and pathetic.

"Of course I'm going to make you cum, silly girl!" the woman said, and lifted a foot onto the chaise beside her, presenting a rude view of puckered bald lips. The woman's cheeks reddened and she leant her head on her raised knee, playing with her toes. She watched Jess take in her sex. "You like this don't you?" She purred and slid an elegantly manicured finger along her creases. Jess nodded. Her mouth felt dry. The woman's pinkness glistened.

"Come here," the woman said, lying back along the chaise and butterflying her knees. After a moment's confusion, Jess suddenly saw why it tapered toward the head. She felt her cheeks heat up as she took her place astride the woman's widening eyes and crimson cheeks.

Jess leant down and opened herself up as the woman's fingers worked at her own bits. More than anything, Jess wanted this woman's fingers in her. Her tongue. The woman's breath rolled up Jess's thighs as she stared up and flapped her hands between her legs.

In this odd position, watching the stranger moan and writhe beneath her, Jess felt foolish and dirty. Her heart thumped so fast she thought she might pass out. She wanted this to stop, but never end. She wanted to run, but even more she wanted to squat on this woman's mouth. She took deep breaths and tried to work up the courage. What would the woman do? Would she like it?

"Oh god. Yes!" The woman gasped and Jess looked down with a crushing rush of shame. A long thick loop of her own wetness, dripped and rolled over the woman's cheek and lips...

"Oh! Sorry!" Jess blurted and moved away, but the woman gripped her in place, digging fingernails into Jess's buttocks. She rammed two fingers in and out of herself with a sloppy battering noise, sucking Jess off her lips and crying out in a twitching climax. Jess squeezed at her own mound, astonished at how puffy and slimy she was. A warning tremble ran up her legs.

The woman stretched and writhed out her climax, the wet tip of her tongue seeking more of Jess's juices on her cheek. Jess stooped and kissed her again, upside down, taking woman's salty tongue into her mouth and wishing it was her sex and wishing she had the nerve to just force it onto that hot mouth. The woman moaned into Jess's mouth as if reading her mind.

"Let me eat you," the woman muttered, pushed Jess's face away, and grabbing her hips. Jess's legs unhinged at the thought. Her entire skeleton had become nerve jelly. 

"Wait," Jess said, "not like this, let me lie down." She yanked her dress off over her head and flopped down on a black leather day bed next to the chaise. The woman smiled and threw hers off too, then stood over Jess's (almost) nakedness with a sly, teasing look.

"Leaving our bras on, are we?" she said as Jess pushed her hips up hungrily toward her, frowning.

"Yes. It's sort of more naked, don't you think?" Jess said.

The woman laughed, and this was simply annoying.

"Please, come on!" Jess said, swinging her knees open indecently. The woman peered and crossed her arms. Jess growled in frustration and spread her lips wide, too. "I'm so wet. I'm dribbling again, see? See how wet my... thighs..."

Jess's fingers couldn't wait, diving into her soggy marshmallow and stirring. Her hips pushed up; one, and then two fingers sliding up inside. She shuddered. "Please," she muttered.

Cackling, the woman dropped to her knees and pressed her polite lips to Jess's rude ones, kissing and nipping at the flushed sensitive flesh. Jess curled her hands behind the woman's head and gripped her in place with her feet too, for good measure. She let the overwhelming, relentless whirlpool of the stranger's mouth and tongue pull her inside out, breathing in long quivering gasps as her pleasure snowballed out from her hips. Her entire lower half dissolved into the ebb and flow of warm illicit pleasure.

Her stomach clenched, she clawed at the the woman's hair, at the bed. She felt her hole stretch and a deep invasion of two fingers, the woman curling them as if beckoning Jess's orgasm like a nervous kitten. But when the woman took Jess's clittoris into her mouth and sucked at it - delicious vibrations humming through Jess as the woman laughed - Jess was hit by her orgasm like an unstoppable velvet juggernaut. She arched and screamed, her world flaring and sparkling and the woman hummed and chuckled at the fireworks, not stopping for a moment. She steered Jess through her climax, nuzzled at every pulse of it, then gently scaled it down just before it got too much.

Jess clasped her hands between her legs and curled up, shivering, laughing. The woman flopped beside her, chin and cheeks shockingly glossed and her eyes sparkling.

They chuckled throatily, marvelling and slowly drifting into a peaceful haze of sleep.

#

When Jess woke, she was alone. It was dark.

She sat up and gathered her clothes from the floor, shakily dressing. She felt floppy and relaxed, like a ton of elastic bands had all been unhooked inside her. There was no sign of the woman at all.

The laptop lights flashed in the darkness. Jess opened it as she retrieved her knickers from the drawer and pulled them on. The porn video carried on playing.

The girl who looked like Jess arched and cried out in raw, abandoned bliss and the woman licked her calmly through it. The girl curled up, and the woman lay down beside her. They cuddled. Soon the girl was sleeping and the woman got up, put on her clothes, then came to the camera.

"Darling Jess, lovely twenty-year old Me," she said, her voice a husky whisper. "Don't worry, you will meet someone very soon. He is a brilliant man, maybe the most brilliant there has ever been. And he will let you play with his time machine whenever you like. Oh, and I would delete today's security camera footage if I were you. After you've made a copy for us of course! Mwah."

Then the woman - Jess's future - blew a kiss, waved, and disappeared.



Jess: A Closet Slut Ch. 01



I was driving home, thinking about the fancy dinner I just had with Tim. It had taken a great deal of nerves for me to be there, wearing a sexy black dress which was was only held by a single knot behind my neck. I didn't wear a bra and my breasts jiggled every time I moved. 

Tim had talked most of the time praising my work. He said the most admiring things like how brilliant I was, and how fortunate he was to be working with me. I saw him glance down at my boobs a few times, but he kept it professional. I had sat quietly the whole time listening to him, only smiling but in my mind I was imagining how big his cock was. With great effort I managed to keep my cool. Afterwards, I dropped him home with just a handshake. My pussy was dripping as I drove away. 

I fucking hated myself. For so long I had been afraid to open myself to anyone. I was basically a closet slut and I feared coming out. It was so painful to be living like this. It was time for me to let go of the fear, be bold, take chance at love. Tim was smart, rich, very successful lawyer. He had a great muscular body. I have seen shirtless pictures on his Facebook page. Hell, I have masturbated to them. This could end badly but at least I would get a good fuck out of it. 

I decided for once to follow my heart, or more precisely, my pussy. I could go home and masturbate as usual or I could go back and get fucked by a real cock. The choice was clear. I turned around and drove back his house. I found myself suddenly smiling. I felt so free. 

My heart was racing as I pressed the intercom button at the gate. Tim answered, "Hello?" 

"Hey it's me," I said. "Can I come in?"

"Jess!" He exclaimed. 

This is it, I thought. Time to let go of modesty. No turning back. I leaned closer to the mic and whispered softly, "Let me in counselor. There's something I want to show you." 

There was a pause, and then the gate started buzzing. I pushed it open. There were about 50 steps going down from the gate to the main door. It was very dark. As I walked down, I started talking off my clothes. I had planned to be completely naked when Tim opens the door. I was going to show him my total lack of inhibition tonight. 

I reached back and tugged on the knot. The dress came falling at my feet. I felt the cold night air running all over my delicate body. My panties were soaking wet when I pulled them down next. The only thing I left on were my high heels. Leaving the clothes at the steps, I ran down, my breasts bouncing with every step. 

I reached the door and stood with my hands crossed behind my back and my chests pulled out. My nipples were erect. I must've looked like a fucking slut, but I didn't care. My wild side had taken over now. 

#

I had always known deep down I was a slut. Whenever I saw a hot guy, I imagined fucking him at nastiest of places. But my catholic upbringing never let those thoughts materialize into any real encounters. I dated some guys but was afraid to make a "mistake". I was a virgin till my junior year in college, when I met my first boyfriend. I fell in love. I felt safe to play out my fantasies in a steady relationship. Too bad he couldn't handle my depravity. We broke up after two years. 

The break up was devastating. I became more scared to open up. I immersed myself in studies. I pursued law degree and now, at 25, I am working for the biggest law firm in the city. I met Tim here 2 months back when I was assigned to assist him on an important case. 

Tim was 40 and single. I felt an immediate attraction. We worked together long hours, even on weekends. We were always professional with each other. I was talented at my job and he was soon impressed. We became good friends in spite of the age difference. 

We worked at office on weekdays and at his house on weekends. There I came to find out what a fucking womanizer he was. A few times when I came in on Sunday mornings, I met women who can only be described as models. They all looked like they had been fucked all night. I was so jealous. I was the biggest slut in the world and I was unable to tell him. If he had made any move on me, I would have certainly cracked. But he never did, always a gentleman with me. Which left me more sexually frustrated. Every night I would go home thinking about him. I would finger myself till I came hard. 

Until tonight. The case we were working on, was finally over. We had won. Tim was very happy with my work. He took me out to celebrate at a really expensive restaurant. He asked me to pick him up since it was near his house. I had no idea tonight was the night that was going to bring out the real Jess in me that I had suppressed for so long. 

#

Tim opened the door. Seeing me naked his eyes opened wide with shock. They slowly traveled up and down my slender body. "Oh Jess!" he said, his voice filled with awe. 

"Hi!" I said grinning like a schoolgirl and shamelessly swaying my tits left to right. 

"You better come inside quickly," he said with urgency. He grabbed my arm and pulled me inside, closing the door behind me. 

"Are you mad at me?" I asked innocently. 

"Mad? No baby I am not mad." He touched my face tenderly. "You are more beautiful than I imagined. I have dreamt about your naked body since the day we met." 

I was beaming at his words. He called me baby! He thinks I am beautiful! He had dreamt about me naked!! Tim had a knack of saying the most wonderful things. He was able to turn me on profusely just by his praises. 

I poured out my heart. "Oh god, I can't hide it anymore. I am going crazy about you. I don't know what you are doing to me. I can't sleep I can't work. I keep thinking about you all the time. The things you say about me... nobody has ever said such nice things to me."

I slowly stepped closer to him. He had changed and was wearing a rich silk robe. His bare chest was showing. He looked so royal. I bet he was naked underneath. I could smell his masculine cologne. With my hands shaking, I started untying his robe. 

"I am not afraid anymore. I am here to give myself to you, heart and soul, tits and pussy. Do whatever you want with me." I was whispering in his ears, as I pushed the robe off his shoulders. I was right. He was completely naked. 

I looked down to see what I had imagined for a long time. He had a huge cock and it was hard. I gasped at its sight. With great timidness I gripped his cock with one hand and with the other, gently ran my fingertips up and down his cock feeling the skin. He was smooth, completely shaved of all pubic hair. "It's beautiful," I said, wondering how many bitches he had fucked with that cock. I wanted to be one of his bitches so bad. 

I moved my hand down cupping his balls. His balls were big and heavy. They must be filled with lot of cum. I wanted to drop down to my knees and pay homage to his monster cock, as others have done before me. I would suck it hard till he emptied his balls in my mouth and all over my hot body. 

Steadying myself, I looked up into his eyes. My heart was pounding. "So what do you want to do with me, counselor?" I asked devilishly, stroking his cock.

He smiled. Instantly he grabbed my pussy and pulled me to him. My breasts crushed into his bare chest. I felt a jolt of electricity run through my entire body. 

He started rubbing my pussy with his fingers. I was glad I shaved it clean that morning. His touch felt so good. I was leaking juices. I started humping his hand trying to get a finger or two inside my cunt. 

"I didn't know you were such a whore," he laughed. I turned red all over. But it was true I thought. He would only have to say the word "fuck" and I would drop right there on the floor, spread my legs as wide as I can, inviting him to take my eager pussy. 

I gave him my most dazzling smile. "Baby, I'm your whore now. From now on you can do anything you want with me. Anything. I am always going to be naked around you, waiting, ready to service your cock with my mouth or pussy. I will be so good that you will forget others. I intend to be your favorite cunt to fuck."

He put his hand behind my head and grabbed my hair. He pulled hard with a jerk lifting me to my toes. He gripped it tight like he owned me. He demanded submission. That was the first time a guy had taken control over me like that. 

Then he brought his lips to mine and kissed me. He was not gentle. He forced his tongue in. I was moaning but it got muffled inside his mouth. Putting my arms around his neck, I pressed my boobs hard into him. I felt his massive cock rub against my stomach. It set off a fire in my pussy. 

Sliding my breast over his chest, I raised myself up, wrapping my long legs around him. Tim was so amazingly strong. With one powerful push, he rammed his cock inside me. He started pounding me at supersonic speed. He was like a barbaric warrior and my supple body was his battlefield. I was now screaming. 

His cock exploded like a bomb, pumping colossal amount of cum inside me. My whole body went into frenzy. No longer able to hold it anymore, I orgasmed like a cheap whore on a street corner. It was the strongest I had ever come. It took many minutes for me stop shaking. Tim continued to hold me tight. His cum slowly oozed from my cunt, and I felt my lifelong chastity draining out with it. 

This was the happiest day of my life. Jess, the closet slut was out at last and she is not fucking going back. 

#



Jess and Colleen's Night Out



The sun felt great over my body as I laid out on a sun lounger on our balcony. The was a slight breeze blowing, which made the humidity at least a little more bearable. But it felt good as it blew over my oiled up body. With school going at full steam, there wasn't as much time for me and Claire to spend outside sunning ourselves. And we wanted to make sure we kept our all over tans going year round, so studying while sunbathing was a popular pass time for both of us. 

It was Thursday, and I had a test coming up in my Chemistry class that Friday. So I was cramming away while trying to catch some rays. I went to grab a drink from the glass of water I had brought out with me, when I realized that it was empty. 

I made my way back inside to refill my glass when Claire came out of her room. 

"Don't you have class in like a half hour?" I asked her.

"Yeah, I do. My art history class," she said. "I'm posing again tonight, so I'm trying to get ready for it."

Claire was an Art major, and the Art department had been looking for students to be models for some of their figure drawing classes. Naturally, Claire jumped at the idea of getting paid to be naked for an hour at a time. I couldn't blame her, it paid well and all you had to do was sit there for an hour. I had thought about posing, but I was too busy to deal with it this semester.

Claire had a routine for getting ready for posing. She usually showered and shaved her legs. She always made sure to trim her pussy hair to a neat landing strip. She always wore a loose fitting sundress with no underwear, so that she wouldn't have any lines on her body after she undressed. At least that's what she said, but mostly it was because she never wore underwear, and preferred not to. 

The dress she picked out this time was quite short. In fact if she moved too quickly you could get glimpses of her bare ass. 

"Claire, you can see your ass when you move around like that," I said. 

"Oh I know. I wanted to try this dress out tonight. I really like it, but hardly wear it cause its too short," Claire said.

"Well, I think you're definitely gonna give a show on your way to class," I said while giggling.

"Oh your one to talk Miss I'm too lazy to get dressed to go to class," she said.

Claire was talking about how lately I had been just wearing a coat and flip flops to class, and went nude underneath. In the larger classes, no ever notices and I'd rather stay bare. 

"Yeah, your right. I guess I shouldn't be talking," I said.

"I'm out of here, I'll see you tonight," Claire said. She then grabbed her keys and her books and left out the front door.

I filled my glass and then went back outside to get some more studying and tanning done. I was buried in a particularly confusing chapter in my chemistry book when I was startled from behind by a very nude Colleen. 

"Hey Jess. What ya up to?" she said.

In the few months we had gotten to know Colleen, Claire and I had become pretty good friends with her. After that initial nude visit by her, she had started going nude around her apartment as much as she could get away with. Jenn wasn't terribly keen on her walking around like that, and it started to have an effect on their friendship. In the end Jenn had to start dealing with it cause Colleen was as hooked as we were to being a nudist. We took her to our nudist club that first weekend and she's been hooked ever since. In fact sometimes I think she's more hooked than we are. It was Colleen that gave me the idea of wearing just a coat to class and staying nude underneath. She even bought us sarong's to wear when we go from each others apartment's so that we wouldn't have to get dressed. She was quite the little nudist. 

"Cramming for my chemistry test tomorrow. I didn't do well on the first exam, so I need a good grade on this one," I said. 

It was starting to get late in the day and the sun was starting to set, so we moved inside. 

While following Colleen inside she said, "All my classes are done for the week, I'm bored. You want to go out tonight?" 

"I don't know, I really need to study," I said. 

"Where's Claire tonight?" she asked. 

"Oh, she's got class and then she's posing again tonight," I said. 

"Lucky her," she said. 

"You should have seen the dress she walked out of here in. Every time she moved you could see the bottom of her ass," I said. "And of course, she went without underwear." 

"Of course," Colleen said smiling. 

"So what are you wearing to the halloween party tomorrow night?" I asked. 

"Your looking at it," Colleen said putting her hands on her nude hips. "I'm going as Lady Godiva. I got a little plush horse doll, and i'm going to tape my hair over my tits like this," Colleen then demonstrated how she was going to part her hair. 

"Wow, I never thought of going as Lady Godiva. Thats such a great idea," I said. 

"Well, what are you going as?" Colleen asked. 

"The best I could come up with was Eve from the garden of eden. I got some paper leaves. I'm gonna tape them to my tits and over my pussy like this," I said as I demonstrated my costume. 

"What's Claire going as?" Colleen said. 

"I'm not sure, she was going to go as Eve until I stole her idea. I think she's just going to wear a nightie and bunny ears, and is telling everyone she's a playboy model. I really don't think she cares. Chances are she won't stay dressed for long," I said. 

"Well, we're going to be quite the nude group," she said. 

"I know, its going to be fun," I said. 

It was going to be an adventure and a lot of fun. I was nervous for the party, but at the same time very excited. There aren't many nights when you can just go out dressed as whatever and get away with it. And the 3 of us wanted to see what we could get away with. 

"So do you want to go out and get something to eat? You don't seriously want to be cooped up in here all night do you?" Colleen said.

"I'm not really hungry, but I wouldn't mind getting our for a little while. What do you have in mind?" I asked. 

"I have to drop off some papers with my project partner for my Psychology class tonight. She lives on campus, I also have to run to the grocery store quick and then to the bank to get some money. Want to come along?" Colleen asked. "It shouldn't take too long. I'll have you back here and studying in no time."

"Alright, that sounds okay. You want to go now?" I asked. 

"Sure, I'll drive," Colleen said as she grabbed her keys and her sarong but made no attempt to put it on. 

"Let me go put something on," I said as I made my way into my bedroom. I was just going to pull on some shorts and a tank top when Colleen stopped me.

"No, don't. Lets have some fun. Its halloween tonight and we can pretty much get away with wearing what we want. So lets try to do this all nude," Colleen said. 

"Its going to be tough to do all those things naked," I said. Even with it being halloween, we still might get in trouble by going out in the nude.

"Bring your sarong, and we'll use them if we have to," Colleen said. 

"Okay, lets do it," I sad. 

With that I grabbed my keys and sarong and followed Colleen out the front door and down to her car. Both of us were completely naked, we didn't even bother with shoes. It made the trip that more exciting cause your bare feet made you remember you were naked with every step. 

Colleen was definitely a free spirit and it was starting to rub off on me. We were hanging out more and more with Claire spending a lot of her nights at school. She tried to get away with doing as much as she could naked. She spent most of her weekends at the nudist club, which allowed her to be naked the entire time. It was when she wasn't there that she pushed her limits. It was only a matter of time before she wanted to do something like this and halloween was the perfect excuse. 

I have to admit I wanted to try this as well. Claire and I's dream had always been to be able to do everything we could do clothed, completely nude. So this was a chance to do some of those things. And I was excited to try. 

We made it into Colleen's car and started making our way to campus. It was only a 5 minute or so drive, so that gave us some time to come up with a plan on how we were going to pull this part of plan off. 

"April lives on the 3rd floor. So we'll have to park on the street and make our way up the back stairs. Don't worry, she knows all about our lifestyle, and she's totally cool with it," Colleen said. "Its getting dark so we should be able to do this without much hassle."

"Hopefully," I said. 

"If we get stopped by anyone, we'll just claim its a sorority prank or something. That should cover us," Colleen said. 

We parked the car out front of the dorm. We both sat there a second trying to get the nerve to make the first step. This time I'd be the one to do that. 

"No chickening out now. Lets go!" I said. 

I then opened the car door and got out. I took a moment to take in what we were about to do, then I closed the door and stepped up onto the sidewalk. The concrete felt rough on my bare feet. 

Colleen followed me and locked the car and followed me up to the sidewalk. There were other students walking around everywhere and a few passed us by as Colleen made her way over to me. We got a few cat calls but for the most part everyone just thought we were streaking. Most of the people were in a state of disbelief at seeing two completely naked girls in the middle of campus. 

"Lead the way," I said to Colleen as I slapped her bare ass to get her moving. 

We walked down the sidewalk as if we were clothed to the back entrance. Our asses swaying, our boobs bouncing, and our bare feet slapping the sidewalk. The whole scene was kind of surreal. It was something we had both wanted to do for so long, and here we were doing it. And it was making me so wet. I had to make sure my juices weren't running down my leg as we were walking. 

We made our way inside and up the back staircase to the third floor. We passed one girl who almost tripped on her way down the stairs when she saw us. She was very attractive, and wasn't wearing much more than we were in a tank top and a mini-skirt. Her tits were huge and strained the shirt she was wearing. 

"Oh my god. Are you guys alright?" she asked. 

"We're great. Just heading upstairs," Colleen said back. 

Once we got to the third floor we opened it and made our way down the hall to April's room. She was about half way between where we were and the other side of the building. This particular dorm was coed by floor, so this floor was all girls, but the second and forth floors were guys. The hallways were not carpeted so our feet slapped loudly against the floor as we walked. We passed several more girls as we made our way down the hall. Most didn't say much, a few giggled. Most probably thought we were just coming back from the showers. 

April's door was closed once we got to it, Colleen knocked, and we waited for April to come to the door. As we stood there a group of guys and girls walked by and complimented us on our state of dress. 

"Looking good ladies," one guy stated. 

"Why don't the girls do that in my dorm," another said. 

Just then, the door swung open and April greeted us. 

"Oh my. Look at you two. Did you come here like that or did you just get naked now?" she asked. 

"Oh no, we came here like this. We figured since its halloween, we figured it was alright to dress up, or not dress up," Colleen giggled. 

"Come on in. I don't want to make you stand out there for the entire world to see," April said. 

We walked in to her room which was quite small. She had a single so she didn't have to share her room with anyone. Her room was carpeted which was a relief on our bare feet. 

"Wow, so you guys are really brave. I could never do that," she said. 

"We're not that brave," I said. "It took some guts to make it all the way up here from the car."

"I can imagine," April said. "I heard you guys are nudists. So you do this often?"

"Oh god no," I said. "This is the first time we've ever tried anything this bold. We've always wanted to try it, and it seemed like a good night to do it."

"Yeah it is," she said. "I'm no nudist, but I do study nude every once in a while. The freedom of having a single allows me to do that."

"Thats why we got our own apartments off campus," I said. "This lifestyle is hard in the dorms."

"I bet," she said. "So do you have the report for our project?"

"Oh crap!" Colleen exclaimed. "I forgot it in the car."

"Guess you'll have to go get it," I said smiling.

"No its alright, I'll go down with you so you don't have to make that trek up the stairs again," April said. 

So we left the safety of April's room and headed back down to the car to get the report. We passed more folks and even one girl who complimented us on our all over tans. We got to the car, and Colleen gave her the report, and we then said our goodbyes. 

"Well thanks for bringing this over. Next time I'll stop by your place so you don't have to do this again," April said.

"Oh, it was no problem. It was a lot of fun," Colleen said. 

"Glad to hear it, see you in class on Monday," she said. "Hopefully dressed."

"We'll see about that," Colleen said with a wink. 

We then got into her car before we made any more of a commotion. By the time we made it back to Colleen's car, we had quite the following and a few guys were hanging around just watching us to see what we'd do next. So we got out of there and made our way off campus. 

"Wow that was fun. I can't believe how easy it was," Colleen said.

"I know, no hassle at all. A dream come true," I said.

"Definitely. I really wish it was legal to go nude," she said.

"Me too. It would make life easier," I said.

"Well, next stop I guess will be the grocery store. I just need to pick up a couple things. I'm not sure if we can get away with doing this one nude. What do you want to do?" she asked. 

"Lets do it nude. Lets just stuff our sarongs in your purse, and we'll see if we can get away with it," I said. "If not, we'll just put our sarongs back on again."

"Wow, I can't believe we're about to do this," she said. 

"I know. I'm really wet from the last walk. This is gonna make me explode," I said. 

"I'm really glad you said that. I'm glad I'm not the only one," she said.

"You are definitely not the only one," I said as I started to play with my pussy a bit. 

"Don't get yourself off," she said. "Wait till we're home."

"Ohhh, alright," I said. "I really need to cum after that though." 

"Me too, just wait and it'll get better," she said.

I was so turned on after our walk thru April's dorm. I needed to cum or I was going to explode. But I waited like Colleen said. I didn't want to ruin this little adventure for her. 

The grocery store we stopped at wasn't a large one. It was just a small one on the edge of town, definitely not one like you see it large strip malls everywhere. But it was still big and had a good number of people in the parking lot and inside. My stomach was full of butterfly's as we pulled into the parking lot. 

"We're here. You ready?" Colleen asked. 

"I think so. This is so nuts," I said.

"Yep. I'm excited too," she said smiling. 

We both then got out of the car and started our walk up to the front door. I was starting to get used to being nude in public and hardly noticed the stares we were getting and the gasps from some of the people who saw us. 

"Do you have our sarongs," I said.

"Yeah, right here," Colleen said as she held up her purse. 

The front door was one of those automatic kinds that swing open as you come up to it. I followed closely behind Colleen as we made our way inside. I took my time to notice the curves in her tanned ass as I walked behind her. Her hips swayed with each and every step. You could tell she was enjoying this. 

Colleen grabbed a basket as we walked inside and we made our way to the bakery section to get some bread and other odds and ends. People everywhere just stopped what they were doing once they saw us. It was as if we were the only ones in the store. People just stared as we walked by. Not many said anything, mostly they just watched us. It was a bit frightening in that respect. 

As we walked down one aisle picking up some stuff, we were stopped by one lady middle aged lady. 

"Good for you two. When I was your age, and had a body like that I used to stay naked as much as I could too," she said.

"Thanks," we said. 

"Good luck to you both, and stay naked!" she exclaimed. 

We were both caught off guard by her comments. Here we were afraid she was going to yell at us for our brazen display. Instead she cheered us on. It gave us a lot more confidence. Which we needed, because even though we had walked thru the dorm earlier, this was a whole different level of public nudity. We were in a very public place, and unlike a dorm a place where people aren't supposed to be naked. 

We walked up and down the aisles picking up the stuff that Colleen needed. We were both very nervous yet extremely excited. My legs were shaking with every step and I could see Colleen rushing because she was nervous. We found ourselves walking very fast from aisle to aisle because of our nervousness. And with every person we came across we were nervous that they would scream or get us arrested. 

But as time went on, it became apparent that wasn't going to happen. Most people didn't care, and the ones that didn't like it just ignored us. But I could still feel the eyes of everyone all over my body. Both the guys and the girls were taking in our bodies, and it really turned me on. So we tried to enjoy ourselves a bit more. We became a bit more playful and took our time as opposed to running around. 

"Alright, I think I have everything I need. So I guess we should check out now," Colleen said. 

We hadn't yet encountered any store employees, so going up to check out would put us face to face with a couple of them. Which made us tremble a bit. 

"We can do this, just act like its normal to be naked," I said. 

"Alright, lets do this," she said.

And with that, we made our way up to the front of the store and to an empty check out line. Colleen started emptying her basket onto the conveyor belt while the female cashier just stared in disbelief at our brazen nudity. 

"You guys can't be in here like that," the cashier said. "Is this some sort of prank?"

"Yes, yes it is. We're both pledging a sorority and part of our initiation is to do this. You won't tell on us will you?", I asked. 

"Just don't let my manager see you like that. He'll have a fit," she said. 

And with just our luck, just as we were finishing and Colleen was pulling out her credit card, the store manager came out of his office and rushed over to us. 

"Girls, you can't be in here like that. You need to put something on or leave," the manager said.

"We're leaving. We're sorry for the trouble," I said. 

"Don't let me catch you again," he said. 

He then walked off in a fluff muttering something about kids these days. We breathed a big sigh of relief at getting away with it, but we couldn't wait to get out of there. 

"You just caught him at a bad time. He's normally only here till 5 most days. So if you have any other girls that need to get this done, just make sure they come in after that. Just make sure he's not around first," the cashier said. "Good luck with your sorority."

"Thanks," we both said as we made our way out of the store. 

We were glad to get out of there. We were encouraged at how the customers didn't say anything, but the manager freaked us out a bit. We figured Claire would love it when we told her she could try it with the same story if she came after 5. 

"I can't believe we got away with that. I for sure thought we'd be putting our sarongs on at some point," I said. 




Jess and Colleen's Night Out



"Me too. That was definitely something I'll never forget. I may never wear clothes there again," Colleen laughed. 

We made our way through the parking lot again back to Colleen's car. We took in all the stares and the little comments we would get from people. Mostly we just ignored them and tried to enjoy being nude in public. 

We got into Colleen's car and drove to the bank quick so she could get some money from the ATM. Lucky for her, the bank had a drive up ATM so she didn't have to get out of the car to get money. 

On our way back to the apartment, we talked about how liberating that experience was for both of us. 

"I never thought we would get away with all that, but I'm so glad we tried," Colleen said. "Ever since you and Claire introduced me to nudism, I've wanted to be as bold as you both are with my nudity. I thought this was the perfect opportunity to do just that. Claire is going to be so jealous."

"Yeah she is. Thank you for suggesting this. It was a lot of fun. I don't know how we'll ever top it," I said.

"Well next time, we'll bring Claire with. She'll definitely want to come along," she said.

"Yes she will. But in the mean time, I really need to cum. So if you don't mind, I'm gonna play with myself a little bit here on the way back home," I said. 

I really was horny by this point. I was so turned on, I was afraid I was going to orgasm in public. I needed some release, and it looked like Colleen did too.

I propped my feet up on her dashboard, and started fingering myself off. It didn't take long and I was cumming loudly as we pulled into the parking lot at home. A few people caught a glimpse of me as we were driving, but at that point, so many people had seen me naked, that I just didn't care. 

We both made our way back up to my apartment and both of us still naked made our way inside. We were greeted by a very nude Claire making herself dinner. We were out for so long, she had made her way back from modeling and class already. 

"Look at you two. Did you guys go out like that?" Claire asked. 

"Totally. You're not going to believe what we just did," Colleen said. "But first, I need to cum badly. So why don't you tell her our story Jess. 

And with that I went on to make Claire very jealous with our story. The sound affects from Colleen's masturbation session made the story that much more hot. Needless to say, Claire liked our story. And she spent the rest of the semester, trying to one up us. Colleen and I didn't mind helping her try.



Jess & Me



NOTE: I welcome critical feedback, but I do not need vitriol. If you're going to be rude or demeaning, keep it to yourself. That said, I hope you enjoy it!

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After Jess clocked out, she turned to me and planted a wet one on my lips. I responded in kind, but then gasped as she grabbed my member through my jeans. She grinned wickedly and said, "Tonight, Allen."

I gulped with anticipation. "Tonight." She winked at me, then walked past me, patting my ass as she did, to leave the grocery store where we both worked.

I looked around, hoping no one had seen her playing with me. Looking at my watch, I saw my break was about to end, so I went back to my post. I had a goofy grin on my face, but hell if I cared.

Tonight I was going to lose my virginity.

A month and five days before, I had started my first day on the job at Canfield's Corner Grocery. I'd seen Jess that very first day. She sticks out. Slender waist and hips, long legs, breasts as round and big as oranges. Her eyes are deep, stormy blue, and her hair - blonde, with streaks of vivid red - fell to her shouders in slight curls.

I instantly assessed her as out of my league. Still, I introduced myself, and she smiled at me as we shook hands. Looking back, I can decipher that look; but then I had no idea.

A month and four days ago, I was at the cash register, between customers, when Jess came up behind me, put a folded sheet of paper on the counter, and giggled before dashing off. Puzzled, I unfolded the sheet of paper to find a phone number.

My eyes widened. I turned around, but Jess had just clocked out and left.

That night, I called her, and we talked for two hours. Among other things, I wound up telling Jess that, at 22, I was still a virgin. (At 19, she'd had multiple partners. One time, according to her, she had sex in a park and narrowly avoided being picked up by a cop.)

Honestly, I don't know why she was surprised. I'm nothing special to look at. I have glasses - and not the kind that make you look sexy - and no muscles to speak of. I do have a very slightly cleft chin, and I'm told some people find that handsome. Still, I'd always been called "cute" but never "hot".

A month ago, we had our first date. When I showed up at her house - it's in her grandmother's name, but she lives there alone since the older woman went to a nursing home - she corralled me into making sausage balls with her.

With my hands stuck in sausage grease, she came up behind me, turned me around, and pecked me on the lips. Naturally a great big grin plastered itself on my face. She smiled back, then went right on rolling sausage balls.

Once they were in the oven, we cuddled up on the couch, Jess snuggling up to me, and she kissed me again. I kissed back, luxuriating in the feel of her soft pink lips, before her tongue probed between mine.

Now I had never frenched before, but I did my best to reciprocate. I stroked her tongue with mine, and explored her mouth. She moaned, just a tiny bit, and we made out for a few minutes.

"You're a great kisser, Allen," she said warmly.

"Really?" I said, a bit surprised. "I've never frenched before."

She looked at me, astonished. "You're pulling my leg." I shook my head. "Damn. You're GOOD at it."

She leaned forward to kiss me again, then pulled back a bit. "Take off your glasses," she commanded. I obliged, and she looked deep into my eyes.

I'm nearsighted, so that close I was able to see into hers. At last I recognized the look there.

Jess was completely and totally hot for me.

This was astounding to me. No one had ever had the hots for me before, much less a girl this gorgeous.

My family and friends had always told me that one day, my smarts would attract a great girl. I guess they were right. We made out the whole evening.

It should come as no surprise that the sausage balls burned.

A week and two days ago, Jess and I decided to celebrate our one-month anniversary by sleeping together. This of course was a momentous occasion for me.

I was insanely nervous.

Having no experience, compared to Jess' plethora of it, I didn't really know how to please a girl. I know Jess was aware of this, and she was also horny as hell but I still wanted to impress her.

I went to the bookstore and bought out every book they had on sex. Spent the next few days studying harder than I ever had for any exam.

Given Jess' hots for me, I figured I had a pretty good chance of pleasing her after this. But there was another problem.

Whenever I jacked off, I usually came within a few minutes. In the past few weeks, when I'd started jacking off to a photograph of Jess, it was even quicker. How was I gonna last when I was actually fucking her?

Google fu to the rescue!

After sifting through multiple offers of Swedish miracles, I stumbled on something genuine. A drug that's actually a medical treatment for men with impotence.

When a healthy male takes it, it completely eliminates the refractory period. You heard me. As soon as he comes, he gets hard again straight away, with no pause.

God, I was so glad I'd made friends with Canfield's night pharmacist.

I was as ready as I'd ever be.

Today, I finished my shift, anxious to be out of there after Jess left.

Going to my apartment, I lit the candles I'd bought for this occasion, and put on some low music; it was R&B, not really my thing, but Jess' favorite. I showered and put on a loose button-down shirt, dark slacks, and cologne.

And I popped the drug.

Then I went to pick Jess up - for this night, I'd insisted on picking her up gallantly, rather than having her drive over - and we came back to my apartment. Yes, the apartment. We were gonna be so horny for each other, that we probably couldn't contain ourselves if we were in a restaurant.

I'd picked up some food from Olive Garden, which I served onto plates. Some cheap plastic flutes filled with champagne completed the meal.

We giggled like schoolchildren. We played footsies under the table. We slithered our hands onto each other. We shared a dessert, and licked the ice cream and chocolate off each other's lips.

I was hard as a rock, and Jess could tell.

"C'mon, stud," she said, leading me into the bedroom. She gasped slightly as she saw the candles, smelt the fragrance, and heard the music. "Allen," she said, turning to me, and I seized the moment to kiss her.

With my arms wrapped around her, our tongues entwined, her hands unbuttoned my slacks, which fell to the floor, revealing my erect dick. (I had decided to go commando for the evening.) Her hands stroked it lightly, and I broke off the kiss with a strangled groan.

I pulled off her shirt as she unbuttoned mine. She had to show me how to unhook her bra, but I pulled down her skirt and - on a whim - pulled down her panties with my teeth, which made her laugh hoarsely with desire.

Getting my first look at Jess' naked body was amazing. The nipples stemming her breasts were candy pink, the same color of her pussy, which was shaved and glistening wetly.

She threw her arms around me, and we kissed again. The feel of her bare boobs against my chest was intoxicating, the hardness of my shaft against her soft belly was agonizing pleasure.

She slid down to her knees, and took hold of my member, licking her lips. "You don't have to--" I said, realizing what she was about to do, but she forestalled me by wrapping her lips around my glans.

I cried out sharply, my cock receiving the first penetration of a woman it'd ever had. It was unbelievable. All my wildest fantasies had never imagined that it would be this good. She sucked lightly on the head of my penis, her tongue flicking against the tip. Her hands fondled my balls gently.

She disengaged briefly to run her lithe wet tongue up the underside of my pole, and I shuddered. "Jess," I gasped out, trying to warn her.

Understanding, she quickly wrapped her mouth around me just in time to receive my seed spurting out uncontrollably. What a rush! To come inside my gorgeous girlfriend's hot mouth, feeling my load pooling inside it before she swallowed, was amazing.

My balls emptied, but my manhood was still hard and erect. Jess didn't seem surprised; how hard can it be to get a second erection when you're faced with a horny hot thing like her?

"My turn," I said, and pushed her gently back onto the bed. She spread her legs willingly, and it was all I could do not to just hammer my rod in there straightaway.

But I wanted to do this right. I wet a finger, then traced it lightly around the curve of her breast, coming ever closer to her nipple. I did it as slowly as I could make myself. Her breast strained out, willing my finger to come to her hard pink nipple.

But I stopped just before I touched it. I re-moistened my finger, and did the same thing to her other tit. She was gasping, her ruthlessly teased nipples demanding to be satiated.

But I ignored it. I went down to her navel, flicking my tongue in it briefly, as she shivered from the erotic tickling sensation.

Then I went to the mother lode. Her pussy was pretty wet - which gratified me - and I traced my finger along the lips of her labia, never quite going inside. I felt for the stiffness of her clit through the skin and, finding it, dived in with my tongue.

It was my first taste of pussy juice. A little strange, but I liked it, especially since it meant that she was hot for me. She groaned as my tongue followed the path my finger had around her labia, in ever-narrowing circles.

I slid my tongue between her lips - it was glorious! - and she cried out. I felt thick creamy moisture filling her pussy as she came, and my tongue lapped it up as she bucked. "Allen," she moaned as she calmed a bit.

So far I was doing okay, but I'm pretty sure it was her hots for me that really contributed to that orgasm. Which was grand with me; what guy wouldn't want a girl to be that horny for him?

I flicked my tongue until it found her hard clit. She shuddered as my tongue touched it, but I pulled back for an instant, reaching my hands up to her breasts. Doing my best to time it right, I sucked gently on her clitoris as my fingers gently stroked each nipple.

My timing must have been good enough, because this time she screamed loudly and exploded. Her juices overflowed, and I couldn't lap them up quickly enough, so I just fastened my lips on her clitoris again and kept sucking. This extended her orgasm, but at last she came down from her high.

"God, Allen," she murmured hoarsely, "are you SURE you've never fucked a girl before?"

"Positive," I said, smiling proudly as I came up to look at her face.

"Mmm," she replied, and kissed me. "Look into my eyes," she commanded. I did so, and her breathing became labored again as she looked into my eyes. Something about my eyes just totally did it for her. "Now fuck me," she said.

Since I was so inexperienced, she had to help guide my cock with her hand. I shivered with horny anticipation as the tip of my penis touched her vulva, smearing it with my precum. Breathlessly I pushed in, slipping the head inside.

Goddamn! It was so slick and feminine and tight and GOOD, I burst right away, thrusting convulsively all the way into her as I came. She gasped at the sudden depth of my dick, and the warmth of my semen shooting inside her, her pussy seeming to become even dewier around my rod.

I was still hard inside her, and this time she did seem a little surprised. "Wow, Allen," she said as I recovered. I bent down to kiss her, then withdrew to look into her eyes.

I began thrusting in and out, as slowly as I could make myself - really not very slowly - and our breaths came out in short gasps. Using one hand to hold myself up so I wouldn't smash my face into hers, I felt her breast beneath my chest with the other hand, and tweaked her nipple with my finger.

Yep, direct hotline to the clitoris. She came again, shrieking, and her vagina tightening and spasming about my meat shot me off like a rocket.

The pill was definitely working, and I was still erect as ever inside her. "DAMN," she said as she realized it.

"DAMN," I said, as I realized that her spasming pussy would make me come every time she did. All I had to do was make her cum, and that would fulfill the erotic fantasy of simultaneous orgasm!

But then she started milking my cock with her tight ring of vaginal muscles, tightening and releasing, tightening and releasing. I started ramrodding her again with reflexive desire, and I couldn't keep myself from spurting yet another load.

I kissed her, and she murmured delightedly, "Allen, what does it take to satisfy you?"

Grinning, I replied, "I wonder what it'd be like to have you on top."

She laughed, and we rolled over so that she was mounting me. Now this was an incredible sensation, in a night full of incredible sensations. She bobbed up and down my length, and leaned forward so that her tits pressed into my chest.

She kissed me, frenching me, and I cupped her buttocks with my hands, feeling the velvety softness of her flesh.

This was a masterwork of euphoric sensation. Not just the vagina slicking and tightening around my shaft, but her boobs and nipples on my chest, our lips and tongues joining, my hands feeling her ass, the electric chorus of our moaning and gasping.

I soon had the presence of mind to stroke her nipples again, and she quickly erupted into another orgasm. Her frantic bobbing on my dick drew another orgasmic torrent from me, and our screams were muffled by our lips.

At last she subsided, and she was astonished as she felt me still rocky inside her. "You're exhausting me, Allen," she said. I was getting kinda tired too, but my perpetual horniness kept me from slowing down.

"I need a break," she said, pulling herself off me, her vagina releasing my protesting penis with a slight pop. I grimaced regretfully, but she winked at me and added, "That doesn't mean YOU need a break, does it, stud?"

She lowered her mouth to my turgid pole, sucking her own juices off it, and taking more and more of me into her. She fondled my balls as she did so, and my hands fisted convulsively with pleasure in her lovely hair.

"Mmm," she said as I groaned. Her skilful ministration were too much for me, and I shouted myself hoarse as I came.

At last my balls were completely empty. Of course, I was still turgid. "Hell, Allen," she said with astonishment and delight. I grinned at her, stupidly proud. "Give me a few minutes," she said, cuddling up against me.

"Sure," I replied, suddenly realizing how exhausted I was. Her breasts snuggled up against me, her head nestled upon my shoulder, her thick hair her own pillow. Her arm splayed across my chest, and I clasped her hand in mine, stroking the back of it with my thumb. (That was an erogenous zone for her, I'd discovered in our make-out sessions.)

Resting my chin on her hair, I listened to her breathing as it became slow and regular. Closing my eyes, I listened to it, and felt the rise and fall of her chest against my side, and soon joined her.

I was awakened the next morning by Jess kissing me. "Hey, beautiful," I murmured sleepily.

"Good morning, handsome," she smiled. "I didn't know you were a sex god."

I grinned sleepily. Not a chance in hell I'd ever tell her about the real reason I was so good. "You bring it out in me," I told her.

"Aw," she said. She pecked my lips, then swung out of bed to get dressed. Regretfully I got up as well. The drug had worn off during the night, because I was now limp. A little sore, too, but it was definitely worth it.

As we got dressed, she asked me, "You remember my friend Macy?"

I had to think for a minute. One of Jess' friends, I'd only met her twice. She had long brown hair and bewitching green eyes. "Sure. Why?"

"You ever want a threesome?"

I stopped in the middle of buttoning my shirt and stared at her, stunned.

END



Jess and Stepdad Begin Their Training



I awoke, wondering if everything that happened last night really happened or was just an erotic dream? He rolled over to find a note on his pillow; "Hi Terryblossom, I had to leave early this morning for a meeting downtown at 7:15 am. I told Jess this morning, before I left. Love you, Tricia"

Terry sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes slowly. He got up, pulled on some shorts and after relieving himself and brushing his teeth, he headed to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Figures, no coffee made!

The coffee mill was noisy as I made freshly ground coffee and while it was finishing dripping, I decided to catch the news in the living room. The coffee maker beeped, my brew was ready to enjoy so I headed into the kitchen to pour a cup. 

Who was standing at the coffee maker? Jess, in a tight white wife beater t-shirt, that didn't quite cover her tight ass cheeks. She didn't know I was behind her admiring her legs and how the t-shirt hugged her curves and accentuated her full firm breasts and narrow waist. Jess reached up for a coffee cup from the second shelf causing her t-shirt to ride up and fully expose her nether cheeks and the nice gap between her thighs that revealed her smooth pink lips. Her ass was thrust out as she reached and her sweet cheeks parted more giving me a great view of her puffy pink pussy lips!

"Can you grab a cup for me too Jess, please?" I asked, startling Jess and making her jump.

"Holy fuck Terry, you scared the crap out of me! Where did you come from? I thought you were still upstairs. I was going to bring you a coffee in bed!" Jess said, coyly, her intentions were obviously sinfully based.

"That's not such a good idea and you know it. Besides your mother could walk in any time soon." 

"No she won't, she told me she was having lunch downtown with a girlfriend and then going shopping until about 4:30. So we have lots of time and the house to ourselves. So are we going to continue our talks? Are you going to teach me some new sexy ways to come? Or can we go shopping for shoes at the Mall out here and I can wear a short skirt and no panties, just for you?"

"Whoa there Nellie! One thing at a time; yes, we're having a talk, we are setting some rules and then and only then will we discuss what we might do today. I have work to do as well."

Jess handed me my coffee and then followed me into the living room. I sat in my usual spot and she came right around the coffee table and sat on the edge of it, facing me with her knees open and outside my knees where I was sitting on the sectional. I was staring directly at her exposed crotch!

"See something you want for breakfast Terry?" as she slipped her t-shirt up over her hips.

"Stop it Jess, that's out of the question and you know it!" I reached over and closed her thighs making her frown. "Let's talk. But first, go put some panties on at least and come back down here then we'll talk." Jess headed up to her room and returned in a few minutes. She was wearing a pair of soft pink bikini panties and that was it! 

"I meant that you needed to put more clothing on, not just a pair of panties!" She was testing my nerve and trying to have a little fun with me, I think?

"Okay, I'll go get something else on for you, if you don't like what you see?" She returned in a regular t-shirt and her slippers. And the panties were still on. Jess sat down beside and seemed ready to talk.

"Jess, last night was very surreal, very out of bounds and could get me sent to jail or divorce court or both! I got rather carried away and was far too liberal in what I allowed to happen. We have to make some rules around this sexual self-discovery program you seem to be fully immersed in."

"But you promised me... You promised me you would play along, make me be naked around you, when we are out together doing stuff, I must wear a skirt or dress and I must flash my pussy or pull up my top and show you my breasts, or something like that. You licked me clean; you enjoyed it too! So what kind of mixed message are you trying to give me now? I just want to learn everything you know about sex and lovemaking and feel safe learning it from someone I trust. Understand?"

"Yes, I do and you are right I am giving you mixed messages. So here's what I will agree to. I will teach you what ever you want to learn; sexually, relationship wise or what ever else you feel you need to learn from me. That doesn't mean that we will be having sex all the time and becoming fuck buddies behind your mother's back. I don't know how yet, but there will be some rules about how and where this happens. In the meantime, do your own research and experimenting, then make a list and come and talk to me about it. But stay away from boys your age, they won't be able to teach you anything."

"Okay, fair enough. I already have a list and few ideas about where and how you can educate me. I know that morally this is wrong, but legally it's completely fine. We are both legal aged consenting adults and we can do what ever we want together, wherever we want to. I know that you and Mom aren't very sexually compatible either, so you can get everything you crave or desire from me, no matter how dirty or kinky! But I will respect your rules, yet to be made, and I will never tease or play when Mom is home or on her way home, ever!"

I was getting really hard and very turned on listening to Jess "plead" her case to me. It was difficult to argue, but morally wrong! Maybe that's why I was so turned on! I sat back and stared deeply into Jess' eyes; she looked down at my crotch and smiled broadly. I looked down and realized I had a huge wet spot in my crotch and my cock was rock hard and pushing my PJ bottoms up like a tent!

"Okay, you win Jess! As you can tell, I am very turned on by this conversation and I need to relieve myself."

"Me too, look!" Jess turned towards me and opened her legs. The crotch of her panties was soaking wet! Jess casually reclined on the couch, slipped off her wet panties, threw them at me as proof and started to masturbate. "Bet you I come first!"

"We'll see." I pulled down my PJ bottoms, wrapped her panties around my thick cock and started pumping while I watched Jess work her pussy and erect clit over. Jess won, she came first and sat there sucking her gooey-coated fingers as she watched me finish myself off.

I was just about to come when Jess started crawling towards my end of the couch. I stopped and looked at her with my hand up to stop her from getting any closer. Jess turned around on her hands and knees with her ass and pussy facing me. "Okay, no contact; but I want you to come all over me. Shoot your load all over my ass until your hot ropes of come run down over my rosebud and pussy, that really turns me on!"

I got up on my knees behind Jess and started to really pump my cock. It was less than a foot from her dilated rosebud and I could barely stop my self from jamming it into her tight ass. I knew she could easily take it after last night!

Jess reached back and started to play with her rosebud, teasing me even more! Then she stuffed two fingers into her flower and was pumping furiously, in time with my hand on my aching shaft. 

"I'm coming," I groaned as my bag tightened up. Jess grabbed both of her ass cheeks and pulled them wide apart. Her rosebud was dilated nearly two inches and I took aim at that deep red hole with my cock. I exploded and my thick ropes of come hit Jess' rosebud perfectly making her contract and moan. My come slid into her gaping hole and then down over her swollen pink lips and dripped onto the blanket.

I sat back and watched as Jess fingered her ass with three fingers and then sucked them clean of my come. She was such a dirty little girl and she knew it! She proceeded to lick up every drop on the couch and then eyed my cock. "You licked me clean last night!" was all she said as she moved over my throbbing cock. 

What could I say? I just watched as she slowly sucked and slurped on my now hardening cock until it was glistening and clean. She looked up at me with those big green eyes, " Would you please fuck my ass? Please? Please? Please? I really want a real big thick cock in my ass. I want to know what getting fucked really hard in the ass feels like! Riding a dildo just isn't the real deal. Terry fuck my ass please!" She begged me relentlessly.

She turned around and presented her deep red gaping rosebud to me and buried her face into the couch as she pulled her cheeks wide apart. I couldn't resist any more. My aching loins won the war of morals and I knelt behind her and placed the beet red head of my cock into her dilated blossom. Jess moaned loudly when she felt my thick cock start to push against her tight ring of muscle.

I coated the head of my cock with saliva and it slipped easily past her ring of lust. I slowly pushed my veiny shaft into her tight hot ass. Jess was moaning loudly now that I had about five inches into her and was starting to pump in and out. I felt her tighten on my cock; she was coming already! The contractions were incredibly strong and felt good! I gave her all nine inches now and started to pump hard. Jess was shaking uncontrollably in orgasmic bliss. Her pussy was now oozing profuse amounts of honey down the insides of her trembling thighs. I slipped my cock out of her ass and coated it in her honey between her thighs and she tried to get it into her pussy! 

I pulled back from her ass and waited to see what she would do. "Terry get that cock into me, anywhere, just get it into me, I'm so fucking horny and I want to keep coming!"

I gripped her hip and positioned my cock at her rosebud, nestling the head in her contracting hole. Then I grabbed her other hip and slammed my cock all the way into her ass and Jess emitted a guttural scream! I pounded her as hard as I could and as fast as I could. I was ready to come so I gripped her harder and pushed as hard as I could as deep as I could and exploded deep in her tight hot sheath! It was an incredible orgasm; for both of us. We collapsed on the couch, my cock still deep in her ass until I started to soften and we both regained our breath. 

"Hand me my panties Terry." I complied and she slipped them on with her ass up in the air, quite a feat to do and erotic to watch. "There, less mess to clean for you Terry!" And she laughed as she went to the powder room to 'release her catch'. "Now that was fun, nothing beats the real thing Terry, thank you! You can do that to me anytime you desire to. I can't wait until you let me practice throat fucking with your cock, you know I can do it!"

I sat back on the couch and wiped myself off with the blanket, before getting up to go throw it in the laundry right away. Didn't want any clues left behind!

"Hey Terry, if you are going upstairs, let's have a shower together and get cleaned up. Please? Please? Please?" The begging was irresistible.

"Okay hurry up then." I had to admit, the thought of getting her all soapy, washing her clean and making sure she was properly shaved really turned me on. And she knew it. She also knew she had me hooked on teaching her "everything I desired to teach her."

To be continued.



Jess & Stepdad Look for a Boyfriend



This is chapter 5 in a series about a very horny girl and her stepdad, their adventures and orgasms! 

All characters in this series are of legal age. 

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Terry woke up slowly. He knew he was in his own bed, he knew that Tricia was out of town on business; so who was in bed beside him? Terry slowly rolled onto his back and looked over his shoulder to see who was beside him. It was Jess! 

She was dead asleep, flat on her back, naked and barely covered. Terry decided he would wake her up like he enjoyed waking his wife up. Terry slowly crawled around to the end of the bed and then up between her wide spread legs. 

Jess' tender petals were still quite puffy and a dark pink colour. They had enjoyed a lot of attention the previous night as well as on the ride home. Jess had passed out, reclined in her seat, knees wide apart, and no thong on; so Terry enjoyed fingering her meaty lips and strumming her engorged clit. Jess had come several times on the way home and never even woken up. 

Back to the present! Terry slowly moved his mouth over Jess' pussy and then gently pressed his tongue onto her deep red clit. Jess moaned in her sleep, but she also spread her thighs further apart, instinctively! Her lips had now opened up and her sweet nectar was starting to bead at the bottom of her slit. Terry slowly circled her clit with his tongue, gradually pressing harder as he sped up the circular motion. Jess was still deep asleep but her hips were now thrusting against Terry's mouth and she started to moan in her throat. 

Terry reached over to the nightstand and pulled out the G-spot vibe. Jess' pussy was now flowing with honey and Terry coated the vibe liberally and then started to tease her nipples. Jess' hips bucked quickly and her pussy gushed - she had already come! Terry continued to play with her nipples until they were deep red and rock hard. He coated them with Jess' nectar for a treat later. 

Then he turned his attention to her gaping gooey pussy. He turned the vibe on low and slowly started to slide it into her creamy heated folds. Terry turned the curved tip so the point was now aimed at her G-spot and he started to run the vibe along her bumpy ridges very slowly. Jess was now thrusting her hips in time with the vibe. Terry turned up the intensity and leaned over and started to suck hard on her hard little nub! Then he started thrusting the vibe into her pussy, fucking her mercilessly as he sucked hard on her clit. Jess absolutely exploded in orgasm. She sprayed nectar all over Terry's neck and the sheets. She grabbed her legs and pulled them as far back as she could, giving Terry full access to her engorged wide-open pussy. Terry took the glistening pink vibe and slid into her rosebud and then grabbed the giant pink dildo and stuffed it into her pussy. Jess reached down and started to pound herself with the giant dildo. 

Terry stood up and moved around to her head. He pulled her over the edge of the bed so her head dropped back down the side of the mattress. This opened up her throat perfectly and Terry lined up his throbbing nine inches of meat and started to slide it into her hungry mouth. Jess was gurgling and sputtering as Terry's cock slowly disappeared down her throat. 

Terry grabbed her hair on either side of her face and started to fuck her throat. Jess started to cough, so Terry pulled his cock out. 

"Don't stop, I love that feeling! I just coughed, that's all. Now get that monster into my mouth and fuck my face as hard as you want. I love the feeling of a thick cock being jammed into my throat." Jess never stopped pounding her pussy with the dildo as she talked to Terry. 

Terry slowed down and just watched the show! Jess kept coming and coming and she never stopped pounding that dildo into her pussy. Terry reached over to the nightstand and grabbed another giant pink dildo. 

He wanted to see how much cock Jess could take in her pussy. He moved around to the end of the bed and slowly started to push the second dildo into her slippery folds. Jess opened her eyes and looked down at Terry and just smiled. 

"Go ahead stuff that into my pussy with the other one, I love the feeling of two big cocks in my pussy! As a matter of fact, I want you to arrange for a couple of really well hung guys to join you and I'll take all of you on. I want a gang bang Terry! I want every one of my holes stuffed with big cocks. I want two cocks in my pussy and I want to try two cocks in my ass too!" 

Terry had the second dildo all the way into Jess' stretched pussy. Jess had her hands on both now and started to fuck herself with them, alternating them into her gooey hole. Terry grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Her pussy was at the very edge, she had the two dildos deep in her pussy and then Terry moved in between her thighs and started to push his aching cock into her pussy too! Jess stopped pumping her pussy so Terry could get his thick cock in between the two dildos. Then he started to thrust; Jess held the two dildos in place and Terry was now getting all nine inches deep into her heated sex. 

Jess was wild now, overcame with orgasmic bliss, her pussy just kept oozing nectar as she contracted on the three thick cocks in her pussy. Then Terry pulled out and dropped his cock done and thrust deep into her dilated rosebud! Jess' pussy shot a stream of nectar nearly two feet in the air! 

"What the fuck! That was incredible! What did you do? Do it again!" Jess was sounding incoherent now, babbling absolute nonsense, as she lay there lost in orgasm after orgasm. 

Terry kept pounding her now fully dilated ass. Her hole was at least two inches open. So Terry grabbed one of the dildos and then aligned it beside his hard cock and slowly pushed both of them into Jess' ass. 

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, more, give me more. Give me all of it, pound me hard! I want you to fuck my ass until I scream." Terry was now really pounding her ass, his cock was throbbing, and orgasm was near! He wanted to come all over her breasts, so he grabbed the second dildo and stuffed it into her ass with the other dildo. He stood there at the end of the bed, slamming two fourteen inch long dildos all the way into Jess' stretched open ass. It was too much to watch and Terry exploded, his thick ropes of come flew all over her heaving breasts and stomach. After his orgasm had ebbed, Terry finished off Jess by slamming the two dildos into her ass until she gushed nectar again and begged him to stop. 

Terry crawled up on the bed and started to lick his come off Jess' chest and stomach, saving her glazed nipples for last! Jess was already horny again and Terry slowly sucked her deep red nipples, one at a time. Making sucking and slurping noises as he moved from nipple to nipple. Then he licked down her tummy, cleaned out her belly button and was almost to her steamy, come covered pussy. The crown jewel, Terry thought as he lowered his mouth over her mound and licked the come and nectar from her meaty bump. 

"That feel so good Terry, keep doing that please?" Terry obliged and then slowly started to lick her puffy lips clean too, avoiding her clit deliberately. It was deep red in color and the tip was almost white, her skin was stretched so tight with excitement. Her nub stood right up between her smooth bare lips, it was begging for some tongue time too! 

"You know if I start on your clit, we will be here all morning!" I said as I hovered over her engorged little bud. "Make you a deal, if you let me lick your clit off, I'll only clean the come and nectar from it and not let you come." Jess groaned her displeasure! 

"Hold on, I'll take you out shopping today for some new sex toys, some sexy clothing and we'll go see if we can find a well hung guy or two that we can have an evening with. Not tonight, but in the future. Deal?" 

"You have a deal, now lick my clitty clean, it's really throbbing." I leaned over and started licking her hard little nub. I almost had all the come and nectar off of it when Jess came again! "Sorry, thanks to you I come really easily! Now let's get showered and go shopping." 

They headed to the bathroom and jumped into the steamy glass enclosure. As Terry started to soap himself up, Jess dropped to her knees and inhaled Terry's semi-flaccid cock. He was hard in no time and grabbed Jess by the hair and pumped his thick cock into her mouth until he exploded. Jess stood up and kissed him deeply, his come flowed into his mouth and Terry swallowed. 

"You like the taste of come?" I nodded. "Good, then that means I can watch you suck off a guy sometime, it's a real turn on for me and if you do it for me, I'll do absolutely anything you want me to, anywhere and any number of times. Yes, I will be your dirty little slut and pleasure you and anyone you ask me to, IF I can watch you suck off another guy!" Jess was rubbing her clit as she shared her desires with me. She came quickly! 

"Okay, you have a deal Jess, I'll blow a guy while you watch. But remember, I will own you after that, for a full year! Do we still have a deal?" Jess just nodded as she flicked her clit to another orgasm. "Quit jerking off and get cleaned up. And wear something easy to change in and out of, like a loose dress please?" 

"Okay, I know just the dress, not too slutty, not too conservative, just perfect! Do I have to wear panties and a bra?" 

"Yes, and put on a pad, no Jess Mess today, okay?" 

"Yes Terry. If I forget to do as you told me, will I get a spanking?" Jess just giggled and I watched her tight ass wiggle out of my bathroom and down the hall to her bedroom. I got dressed and headed down to the kitchen to wait for Jess. 

She appeared in a few minutes, I was shocked! She had a little make-up on, her hair was in a ponytail and she looked radiant! The dress was pretty, knee length, buttoned all the way down the front and a floral silk print. As she passed in front of the window, I realized how sheer it was; I could see her panties and the style of trim they had on the waistband - scalloped and pink. Her bra was a pink lace-cupped bra and matched the panties perfectly! She had a pair of flats on and looked absolutely lovely. 

"You look great!" 

"You mean conservative?" 

"No, you look radiant and very well put together. Now let's go!" 

"Can we go to the Sex Shop last? I don't think I'll want to do anything else if we go there first. I'm so horny, just thinking of all the toys and ways to se them!" 

"Good idea, let's go get you clothing, first some dresses and skirts, tops and jeans, then some sexy under garments like teddies, bras, thongs, G-strings, garter belts, stockings. I could go on and on. But I'm sure you want to buy a lot of this on your own?" 

"Actually, this is way more fun, doing it with you. Mom is so conservative and never wants to spend too much. So spend away and I'll give you a great fashion show. Hey, we can ask Allie to model too!" 

"I like that idea, I also like the idea of watching you two getting undressed and dressed. And I have a confession of my own; I like the idea of watching you with another woman." 

"I like the idea of being with another woman too, make that several and throw in a few guys with big thick cocks and I'll just lay there and let them all have their way with me. Terry, Gang-Bangs really turn me on! 

The fantasy of having endless cocks fucking me in every hole and women sitting on my face, until they come from my tongue and fingers and then they can clean the buckets of come off my sated body. It's making me really wet already! Have you and Mom ever been in an orgy or had other partners?" 

" Never mind, let's get into the mall and get something productive done! I'll share some stories with you after you've finished shopping." 

"Okay, Holt Renfrew first!" Jess beamed as she took my hand and led me towards Holt Renfrew's front door. This was going to be expensive! But this was going to give me years of pleasure and entertainment too. Between her and Allie, I had quite a pair of nubile young nymphomaniacs! Then I realized that Jess and I hadn't met Allie's boyfriend yet. I was hoping he was a really good looking guy, well hung, well versed, polite and properly sexually educated. I wanted to have a very good lover for Jess to train on, under over and with, when I wasn't around. 

"Terry, we should call Allie. She's off today and she was planning on shopping too. Please, can we call her and have her join us?" 

"Sure, give her a call." I watched as Jess excitedly called Allie. 

They spoke for a few minutes and Jess was beaming, I knew Allie was going to join us. 

"She on her way, and then we are going to meet her boyfriend and have lunch together, all four of us Terry." 

"Great, let's get some intimates bought for you then, while we wait for her to meet us." 

"Absolutely not, I want you to enjoy the two of us trying on intimates today! Let's go get some skirts and jeans now, please?" We headed into the junior coordinates area and Jess had ten pieces in less than five minutes and now she had to try them all on. I sent her off on her own, so she would get it done expediently. She picked three skirts and two pairs of jeans and a very elegant dress. Well done, it only set me back $1,245.78! 

"Come on, Annie is waiting for us at Victoria's Secret, yummy, I can't wait to get into their stuff! Terry, will you promise to stay back near the change room where we'll be? So you can give us opinions on what fits, what looks good and what makes you really horny when you see us in it! That's the effect we're looking for." As we entered the store, we saw Annie standing over a huge table of thongs and G-strings (3 for $10). Jess started right in and found a number of pairs of bootie shorts in vivid colors and then she got matching G-strings for underneath. 

Jess dug in and started to fill her basket with pair after pair of thongs and really tiny G-strings. Then they moved onto the next table, bras. Jess found a sexy shelf bra in hot pink that would have her nipples fully exposed on the underwire shelf as if she were braless. I told her to get a few colors. 

Soon we were in the intimates; corsets, merry widows, garter belts, stockings of all sorts of patterns, crotch less panties (Annie grabbed four or five pairs of those!), masks, leather bustiers and even some latex panties and bras. Both girls had two full baskets now and we headed to the fitting room hallway in the back of the store. 

They decided to share a room; we entered the room and there was an easy chair in the corner so I settled in for the show. I was rock hard in no time. Just watching those two strip off their street clothes got me aching; but now they were pulling on thongs and G-strings that weren't wider than a stick of Wrigley's chewing gum in the front and a simple string in the back. 

They would walk over to my chair and sit on the arm, make me touch the fabric or lack there of it, and tell them if I liked it. Jess put on a black leather bustier than basically shelved her firm breasts and just (sort of) covered her erect nipples, a pair of black fishnet thigh high stockings, a black leather G-string and her electric pink pumps! What an outfit, perfect for a Lifestyle Event, which I said and preceded to explain them to the girls. 

"You're taking us to the next one Terry, we'll be your slaves on leashes in outfits like this." Annie was stroking Jess' backside of the corset approvingly. The girls were really enjoying parading out in the aisle way where the other dads, husbands and women shoppers were in shock at the outfits they would go check in the mirror at the end of the hallway. It was better than the Victoria's Runway show, less clothing being worn here. They seemed in a hurry to finish shopping here. 

"So why the rush girls?" 

"Angus is meeting us for lunch in 45 minutes and we need to get a couple of really sexy dresses and our make-up done at Mac, before we meet." Made sense to me, LOL. 

I settled that bill, $2,104.56 and we headed for a store they liked that sold rather risqué dresses for clubbing and parties. I left them there, with $500.00 cash and went to the washroom and then sat down and checked my email. The girls were going to buy a dress each, then go directly to Mac for make-up and meet me here in front of the restaurant. I figured an hour. 

Well, I was wrong! They appeared in front of me 40 minutes later, looking ravishingly well dressed, if you were going to a nightclub! 

Dress hems were less than 2 inches below their crotches, the plunging necklines just covered their nipples and their makeup was definitely "party hard till dawn". Kids these days. 

We walked into the resaurant and asked if Angus had arrived, not yet, we were early! We picked a deep oval booth and I was asked to sit between the girls at the back. They informed me that they were buying lunch and Jess was driving home. Apparently I was going to get drunk now! 

Annie whispered to the waitress ad she disappeared to get our drinks. We opened the menus and started to think about lunch. 

"Annie, my sweet lassie, I finally found you!" We looked up and there was Annie's boyfriend - Angus. A true redheaded Scotsman built of solid rippling muscles and covered in freckles. He was definitely "A Hunk" as Jess would say. 

I stood up and shook his meat hook of a hand and looked deeply into his bright blue eyes. He was a good man, I could tell already. Angus slipped in beside Annie just as a tray of drinks arrived. 

There were four tall mixed fruit based drinks of some kind, eight shots of tequila (I think) and a basket of tortilla chips to get us started. "So what's this?" I asked, as I raised one of the hurricane glasses to my lips. 

"Tequila Towers of Power, no grenadine in them, just three shots of Tequila, fresh lime juice and fresh orange juice; the breakfast of champions!" Angus responded. "Cheers lads and lassies, now down the hatch!" All three of them did down their drinks and then proceeded to shoot their two shots of Tequila after. I was slowly behind, but caught up fairly quickly, it was only 11:00 am, for god's sake! 

Another tray arrived of the same. I looked at Jess and gave her the look of "no more, if you are driving". She smiled and passed on the drinks, instead now sipping her water happily. That didn't stop Annie and Angus; they finished everything on the table before the breakfast food had arrived. 

Angus was a genuine guy's guy, but he was very respectful of Annie and gentlemen nonetheless, or so I thought! 

"So Annie tells me you are hung like a horse Terry and you know how to use your Willie very well!" 

I looked up at Annie, she smiled to say it's fine and that I could respond, "I've enjoyed the pleasures of a few beautiful women in my day, thanks! In fact Annie and Jess spent an evening in the hot tub with me exploring some deep throat diving techniques!" Everybody laughed at my poor joke. 

"So when are we going to get naked and compare swords, and teach these lassies a few new tricks?" I love a good four way!" 

"I was hoping we could find ourselves a suitable boyfriend for my Step-Daughter Jess." 

"Oh yes, she's not your blood so she swallows your cock and come all the time, what a lucky man. To have such a beauty right down the hall when the Missus is busy or away." 

"The Missus doesn't know Angus, and it's going to stay that way. That was why we are moving her in with Annie." 

"Great, two naked nymphs to watch around the house when I'm there. You know Annie is seldom in clothes." 

"Neither am I Angus," Jess piped up. "I also enjoy cock and Annie has approved me enjoying yours, given she has enjoyed Terry's - several times the other night. And don't I get some say in my first boyfriend and who he is?" 

"Of course Jess, I'm just a little protective of you and I want the best for you since you are moving away from home." I smiled at her and she took my hand in hers and gave it an affectionate squeeze. 




Jess & Stepdad Look for a Boyfriend



"Can't wait to get you naked in the hot tub and see what you can teach me Jess. Come to think of it, I do know a fine looking guy, plays for the Thunderbirds Football team and he's single, nice and I'll get him down here now, if I can." 

"Did you say Football player? Is he good looking? How tall is he? How old is he?" The questions flew out of Jess' mouth at Angus. As Jess listened to Angus' answers intently, she had unconsciously pushed my hand down between her thighs against her very warm crotch. I didn't move it, interested to see if she was aware of what she was doing or not. "What position does he play? Is he a starter, when can I meet him? Do you think he will like me?" As Jess got more into it, she was pushing my thick two fingers against her rather erect clit and stroking the hub firmly. 

I withdrew my hand and Jess seemed surprised. "Oops Terry, thought I had my phone in my hand, sorry." 

We all enjoyed lunch and decided that the following night after Annie was done work, we would have a BBQ at the Townhouse and invite Mr. Football to join us for dinner and the evening. 

After we all settled up on the bill, Jess and I headed to the Rover. "You okay to drive Jess?" She nodded firmly and I knew she was okay. We climbed into the Rover, belted up and started home. 

"We need to get your clothes and furniture packed up and moved to Campus this week Jess. Do you have a lot of stuff to pack?" 

"No, and all the stuff we bought today I would prefer Mom didn't see any of it." Jess looked at me and gave me her devilish smile. "I can't believe I am fucking my Stepdad, daily, no several times daily. What happens if Mom finds out?" 

"Let's be very careful, but we'll cross that bridge when we have to." I was pondering the stickiness of this problem and wasn't sure what to do. 

"Hey! We forgot to go to the Sex Shop and do some toy shopping. Can we do it now? Please?????" 

"Okay, take a left at the next corner, I'll show the best place to shop. They have some other aspects to their business you might find interesting!" 

Jess' eyes lit up! "Like what?" 

"They have live shows, where you sit in little booths and watch through a one way glass as girls strip and then do some nasty things to their bodies if you tip them well. They have a series of glory holes too." 

"What are glory holes?" 

"They are holes in a room wall where you go into one room and wait, then a guy goes into the other room and sticks his cock through the hole for you to suck him off or turn around and fuck him as you desire. But, always use condoms in there; it's not the safest place to have sex. But you can see some really monstrous black cocks there. I've seen them over fourteen inches long and as thick as my wrist." 

"Wow, I'd love to have that stuffed in my pussy, then my ass, then my pussy again and then let him come in my mouth. He would come in buckets, most likely! I want to check that out for sure one day." 

We arrived at my fave store, parked and walked in. Jess was in awe! This place has everything, from finger vibes to Sybian machines and bondage racks and fucking machines. I watched her wander off, basket in hand. I enjoyed looking at a few new toys and bought a couple for myself. 

Jess appeared half an hour later, full basket, clothing on her shoulder and a massive smile on her face! 

"You missed some come in your hair!" I pointed. "Found the glory holes I guess?" 

"Yup, and I sucked off this massive black cock, I only got six inches in my mouth because it was too thick and there was at least another six or seven left. I could barely get my hands around it to pump it enough to make him come. He must have blown half a pint of come all over the floor, and me I guess. It was fun!" 

"Let's get cashed out and get you over to Annie's place, I mean your place to unpack your haul from today. By the way, you spent almost $1,700 on sex toys! I'll assume you are staying there tonight and getting to know your new play toys and roommate?" 

"That I am; staying there and playing with Annie and Angus. I can't wait to see his cock and see how it fits in my many hungry holes! I bought twelve dozen condoms and I plan to use a few tonight. That's one of the reasons I love fucking you; your cock is huge, your tongue works magic, you make me have the most incredible multiple squirting orgasms and you are sterile. And FYI, Allie is excited that you've had a vasectomy too! But I now have a surprise for you. I have installed a couple of covert high-resolution video cameras, actually four, installed in my room. For security and so I can always have sex with you, wherever you are in the world. This way, you can also get to know my boyfriend(s) by seeing their face and their bodies too, I guess. I'm not sure I want to share that with you though! And if you are really good and keep spoiling me with shopping trips like this, I'll let you watch me when I'm in bed with boyfriends, Annie, other girls or all of them at once!" Jess started laughing uncontrollably. To me the thought of her stepfather watching her have sex on camera was not the norm, but she was one very horny young woman and she had a sexual appetiteas big as her Stepdads was! "So, promise to come tomorrow night and meet Mr. Football and give me your opinion?" 

"Promise! And I don't want to watch you fucking your boyfriends, but girls always! Now get out of the truck, I'll help you in with your purchases and then I have to get going." 

As we hugged good-bye, Jess looked at me with those begging eyes, "What do I have to promise you to get one of those Sybian Machines? They are about $2,500, not cheap!" 

"Why don't you come up with your own plan and present it to me. If I like it, I'll buy you one." We carried in the numerous bags of clothing and toys then I kissed her on the cheek and stepped out the door. 

To be continued in Chapter 6.



Jess & Stepdad Visit Annie



All characters in this story are of legal age, this is chapter four in Jess' adventures!

This is a continuation of a story about a 19 year old girl and her new sexual adventures as she learns to play in the outside world.

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The next twenty-four hours seemed to drag along. I was nervous and excited to see what the visit to Annie's apartment would be like? Jess had spent half the day getting a manicure, pedicure and her make-up done; it was like she was going on a date!

I stopped by the house around 6:30 and picked up Jess. She was standing in the driveway and obviously ready to go. This was not the Jess I was used to! She was wearing a cute little romper, her new shoes and a cardigan that matched her romper perfectly. She looked really nice and rather sexy in an elegant way. It was a great outfit choice.

She jumped into the Rover and we headed to the campus. Jess had called Annie for directions and to confirm our coming over. They had decided we would pick-up some Vietnamese take-out for dinner and Annie would serve wine. I also grabbed a bottle of Molly Dooker Shiraz, in case she had planned on white (not my favorite).

The ride was sort of quiet; Jess seemed really nervous so I tried to break the ice. "So what are you thinking Jess?"

"I hope she likes me, I hope I like the place, I hope she lets me live with her. What if she has changed her mind? What if she thought I was a slut at the store?" Jess was babbling in a nervous rant. "I was awake half the night masturbating while I fantasized about all sorts of kinky situations all focused around Annie."

"Easy girl, let's just have dinner, visit and see where things go, no pressure, no assumptions or speculation okay?"

"Okay, I'll relax and be easy going. I promise not to do anything stupid or say anything that might be off color."

I was impressed with the sudden maturity and the swing from sex-crazed to well grounded and focused. I hoped it would continue; at least until they decided if they would be roommates. We picked up the food I had ordered; vegetarian spring rolls, prawn salad rolls, lemongrass chicken and grilled beef on skewers.

We arrived at the address, it was a beautiful condominium; very expensive. We got out and walked up the sidewalk and rang the doorbell.

Annie opened the door, a big smile on her face and she immediately hugged Jess and then myself. We were invited in and took off our shoes, as Annie was barefoot. She was wearing a loose fitting A-line tunic with spaghetti straps; soft yellow in color and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra! Her full breasts swayed freely under the dress. We followed her into the living room and we sat down on the long sectional couch.

"Shall I pour us some wine?" Annie asked as she walked over into the open kitchen. 

"Sure, let's have a drink and some food. I'm starving!" Jess piped up as she devoured Annie with her eyes. "Jess, I love the romper, it's really cute on you!"

Annie poured the wine and we set out the take-out containers along with plates and chopsticks. We all served ourselves and then I proposed a toast. "Here's to new roommates." I toasted and we all clinked our glasses. "But before we jump to conclusions, I think you two need to discuss rent, utilities, rules and duties such as cleaning as Jess isn't used to having to do her own chores.

"Terry! Not fair, I know how to vacuum and dust and cook, sort of!" Jess piped up in her own defense.

"No worries, I'll run through my requirements for her Terry. First the rent will be $800 per month and all the utilities, cable, and Internet will be included in that price. So no other expenses for living here. How ever you must do your own laundry and bedding, that I will supply, and you will need to pay for your own food or we can work out a sharing of costs if we eat a lot of meals together. As I'm not here a lot of evenings due to work, I don't often have dinner at home so you are going to be on your own."

"Great, that all works for me Annie. Anything else?" Jess was excited.

"Yes, you need to know I rarely wear clothes around the house, so if that bothers you, then this won't work. As well, I have a guy I am seeing and when he is here, I will also be naked but I will ask him to wear shorts for your sake."

"And mine too!" I added, feeling a little fatherly.

"Hey! Terry, don't you worry; I'm a big girl now and if I need to ask Annie to do something I will. Annie, if he likes to be naked that's fine with me. Do you mind then if I'm naked around him?"

"No not at all and I'm sure he won't mind either, you are a very sexy woman Jess! If your step father wasn't coming over, I'd invite you to relax and get naked with me." Annie leaned over and poured more wine and looked deep into my eyes. "Maybe Terry wants to get naked too? Would that make you uncomfortable Jess?"

"Not at all, I've seen him naked quite a few times. Right Terry?" Jess looked at me and smirked.

"That's true, so it's up to you two, naked or not?" 

"After dinner we can enjoy a hot tub on the deck and get naked for that, okay?" Annie sat back, looking like the Cheshire cat with a mouse in her mouth! I realized this was going to be a very interesting evening and roommate situation for Jess!

"Fine by me." I replied, giving Annie a warm smile as I raised my glass as a sign of approval. Annie and Jess lifted theirs as well and we toasted again. I realized the first bottle of wine was already gone so I opened the one I had brought.

"Well I'm not waiting until after dinner, I want to relax now!" Jess stood up and slipped the straps of her romper off her shoulders and it dropped to the floor. She was only wearing one of her new G-strings. It was fluorescent orange and rather sheer. "By the way Annie, I have a confession. I get really wet when I get turned on and I often sit on a towel when I am watching TV or a porno movie because of my wetness. I promise to be very careful not to make a mess anywhere."

"Aren't we getting comfortable quickly Jess, I understand as I too can get rather moist when I get turned on. The sectional has slipcovers and they can go in the washing machine, so no big deal if there is an 'accident'. May I try that wine you brought Terry?" Annie held out her glass and I poured for her. 

Annie took a sip, "Wow that's really nice!" With that she stood up and shrugged off her dress, leaving her pretty blue thong in plain view. "Is it okay if I get more comfortable too Terry?" I nodded my agreement as I enjoyed the sensual curves of her body, her full breasts and puffy nipples. I couldn't wait to get a good look at her ass when we got up to go to the hot tub.

Then Annie stood up and walked into the kitchen, giving us both a great view of her booty; it was spectacular; high and firm as if she had some black heritage! She knew it judging by the way she walked.

"Annie, I think you have a fabulous body, I love the shape of your backside, I mean wow!" Jess was sounding a little drunk, after all she didn't drink too much or too often. She could be known as a cheap date!

"You have a very sexy backside too Jess, I was telling Terry that yesterday when you were trying on dresses at my store. So if everybody is finished eating, let's have a little dessert. I prepared a little cheesecake for us with fresh raspberries." Jess returned with a tray of three pieces of cheesecake for us.

There I was sitting with two naked (well almost) women who were both about 20 - 22 years old, enjoying a great dessert, good wine and having fun! Every fifty plus man's dream! My stiffening cock was giving me away. I tried to discretely adjust it so I wasn't pulling a tent in my pants.

Caught: Jess was watching me adjust myself and she smirked as she leaned over and helped me out. "Terry seems to really enjoy your nakedness Annie, his cock is rock hard! Why don't you get those pants off Terry and relax a little. Annie is the only here who hasn't seen you naked yet. And I'm sure she won't mind at all."

Annie simply smiled as she took her last bite of cheesecake. I heeded the suggestion, stood up and pulled off my shirt and dropped my pants, leaving me in my boxer briefs. My cock had already started oozing pre-come and I had a decent size wet-spot in the front of my briefs and my cock was aching! Annie was staring at my crotch; she seemed to approve of what she saw. I casually adjusted my hard cock and sat down on the couch with my legs apart and my cock pulsing under my briefs!

"Well it looks like I see something else I'd like for dessert!" Annie said as she leaned over and slipped her hand up under the leg of my briefs and gripped my cock with her warm soft hand. "Jess would you be offended if I sucked Terry's cock in front of you?" Jess nodded her approval and Annie pulled my cock free and licked the pre-come off the deep red head of my pulsing cock. "Mmmm, it tastes great!" And she proceeded to start sucking aggressively on the head of my cock.

Jess watched intently as Annie's head bobbed up and down on my glistening hard cock. She applied some real suction to my cock and I was ready to come, already! I pulled her head up and smiled at her, her saliva was strung to the tip of my cock like a silver thread. She licked her lips, and then licked my cock clean.

"Come on, let's get in the hot tub and relax, there's no rush, we have lots of time and lots of wine!" Annie stood and extended her hand to Jess to pull her up to her feet. Then she turned to me and did the same. Then she slipped off her thong, Jess followed her move and I dropped my briefs (they needed to dry anyway). We were definitely on friendly terms, already!

The hot tub sat out on the roof top deck, the view out over the bay was amazing and it was very private! Annie opened the insulated top and started the pump, sending bubbles up through out the tub. It looked so inviting; the lights in the tub were all that was on up on the roof. Otherwise it was now dark.

Annie stepped into the tub, followed by Jess. I stood back and watched as the two naked women stood in the bubbling water and sensual lighting; it was a very erotic sight. I knew I had to photograph one or both of them in this setting one night.

I joined them in the tub and we settled back for a relaxing soak and some wine and conversation. We had enjoyed ourselves for about an hour when I felt a hand on my thigh. It was Annie's and it was headed for my cock. Thank god it had finally softened, but not for long! Annie moved over and continued stroking my cock under the water. As if on cue, Jess moved to the other side of me and slipped her hand alongside Annie's hand. They both stroked my shaft and cupped my balls. I took the cue and sat up on the edge of the tub and Annie started sucking me off. Her mouth was amazing; she had this awesome suction action I had never felt before. I watched her take the full length of my shaft into her mouth and down her throat. 

"Hey Annie, can I have a turn?" Jess was alongside Annie and wanted my cock in her mouth too! Annie looked up at me with a weird look on her face.

"She's my stepdaughter Annie and she's enjoyed my cock before. I hope you aren't offended or disgusted by that?"

"Not all!" She moved over for Jess and watched as she demonstrated her oral talents for Annie. Jess seemed determined to make me come as fast as possible, so I slowly lifted her head up off my cock and smiled at her lovingly.

"Jess let's take this inside, okay?" I looked to Annie for her approval.

"We should go and initiate your new bedroom Jess, if you are moving in with me?" Annie smirked as she posed the question.

"Let's go and get those sheets good and soiled Roomie! I would love to move in with you!" Jess was gigling as she ran naked acroos the deck to the doorway. We followed her downstairs to the bedroom floor. "Which one is my room?"

"Turn to the left, that's your room." There was a trail of water drips all the way into the bedroom as our three naked wet bodies hurried into the bedroom; the benefit of granite floors, no hurry to dry them off.

We sprawled onto the bed and I took Annie in my arms and kissed her deeply. I slid my hand down to her "bubble butt" ass and carressed the full mounds of her backside. I couldn't wait to get my cock between those cheeks! Jess sat back against the headboard, watching us neck as she slowly stroked her pink nether lips with her hand. 

"Come and join us Jess, if you want to. I enjoy women as much as I do men. Have you ever been with a woman before?" Annie stared at Jess as she extended her hand to invite her closer. Jess moved over beside Annie and they started to kiss. I moved away abit to watch them find their own rhythm. Then I snuggled down behind Annie and started to kiss and lick at her ass cheeks and the gap at the top of her thighs. Then I slowly licked her smooth velvety pussy lips and she arched her backside out to offer me better access to her nether sex. I buried my face between her full cheeks and thrust my tongue into her slippery folds. She tasted rather sweet; her nectar was syrupy in texture.

I softly spread her cheeks apart and started to softly circle her rosebud. Annie shuddered and moaned as she pushed her tight ring against my probing tongue. I started to push my tongue into her muscled ring and she bucked against my tongue. I started to fuck her tightness with my tongue and then I slipped a wet finger into her tightness and thrust slowly until it was all the way in. Annie was enjoying my finger in her backside as she sucked on Jess' erect nipples and fingered her pussy. Jess was now on her back giving Annie full access to her gaping oozing pussy. 

Annie moved away from me and got up on her hands and knees then she started to lick Jess' pussy. Jess wrapped her fingers in Annie's hair and pulled her mouth into her hot gooey pussy. Jess was arching her hips as Annie licked her swollen clit. I moved around behind Annie and positioned myself so that I was directly behind her ample behind! Her cheeks were spread apart making her rosebud an easy target. I stood behind her and squeezed some pre-come from my aching cock and it dripped down the crack of her ass and coated her rosebud. I swirled my finger around her puckered hole and then slipped it into her sweet tight rosebud. It slid in easily, so I added a second finger, which went in just as easily. 

I gripped her hips, leaned over and drooled into her crack, adding more saliva to lubricate her rosebud. I positioned my cock at her puckered doughnut and slowly pushed the head of my cock into her ring of muscle. It was tight until I got past the muscled opening and my head popped in. Annie moaned into Jess' pussy as the length of my shaft started to fill her sweet ass. It was hot and incredibly tight. Annie came in less than twenty thrusts, thick nectar seeping from her contracting pussy onto the sheets below.

Jess had come several times and was still thrashing under Annie's talented tongue, begging her to make her come again! Annie obliged and kept at her engorged clit while I continued to pump her tight ass with my aching cock. I was close to coming now and I couldn't wait to blow my load deep into her ass. I erupted in orgasm and it felt like I spewed a gallon of come into Annie. When I pulled out my cock, Annie's ass made a slurping sucking noise and then my come started gush out of her ass down over her gaping wet pussy. 

Annie turned around and lowered her pussy onto Jess' face. "Lick me clean Jess, clean up daddy's come and make me come too. It's your turn to lick my pussy until I scream in orgasm. That's it, lick my clit, swallow that come and lick my rosebud clean too!"

Jess was very obedient; maybe she enjoyed being a submissive girl? I think these two were going to have a lot of fun and orgasms together! But tonight's fun wasn't over yet; I was going to give Annie a good fucking and Jess too!

I took a break and watched Annie ride Jess' face, my come was all over Jess' face and neck as it dripped from Annie's ass. Jess seemed to enjoy the mess and was in no hurry to clean her up as asked. She licked slowly up and down Annie's thighs, teasing her clit and gently pulling on her engorged lips and occasionally fingering her gooey pussy. I stroked my cock to full hardness and went around between jess' thighs and spread them wide apart.

Her pussy was engorged and gaping; her nectar was flowing down the crack of her ass onto the bedspread. I pulled her legs until her hips were at the edge of the bed and placed her legs over my shoulders. I waited until Annie finished moving back over her mouth, then I drove my hard cock into her heated slippery sex. I buried all nine inches in one hard thrust, making Jess grunt like a horny animal. I continued to pound her hard and each time my hips slammed into her ass cheeks she grunted!

Annie was having a hard time keeping Jess' mouth on her pussy and she finally gave up and lay down beside her to watch me pound her into a series of orgasms. Jess came over and over, screaming, grunting moaning and squirting her honey up onto my stomach above her. She really could ejaculate when she came! 

Annie crawled back onto her, "Now get my pussy cleaned up or I'm going to make Terry pound your ass like he just pounded your tight little pussy!" Jess just laughed at her and started to lick her clean again.

"He did yesterday for breakfast Annie! And he better pound it again tonight, I love that thick cock stuffed in my ass." Jess said between mouthfuls of come and honey.

Annie snuggled up against me and rubbed her puffy nipples in Jess's nectar that was all over my chest and stomach. We were a slippery pair as we kissed and hugged!

"Time for a shower and another hot tub!" Annie said and she took our hands and led into Jess' new ensuite bathroom. It had an amazing walk-in shower and huge soaker tub. I couldn't wait to see the Master ensuite, better yet play in it!

There was plenty of room for the three of us in the shower. We took turns soaping each other up and rinsing off. Annie paid special attention to cleaning off my stiffening cock and the two of them took turns making sure I tasted clean! 

I realized that the girls were a perfect physical compliment for each other; where Annie's ass was higher and much fuller, Jess' breasts were rounder with regular nipples and her body was that of a glamour model where Annie's was more like a breeding sex machine shape from an anime cartoon; puffy big long nipples and a tiny waist on top of that splendid ass and long shapely legs (a bit on the slim side perhaps). It was going to be a pleasure to enjoy having these two near perfect physical specimens walking the house naked most of the time.

We headed back up to the roof top spa and climbed into the inviting bubbling tub. This time we did relax; we were spent from our carnal play.

"Sure made a mess on your bedspread Jess." Annie giggled as she realized the rhyme she had made. "No worries it gets thrown in the washer and dryer no problem. We all seemed to contribute to the various pools and sprays on the duvet tonight. I'd say it was an explosive first time together, wouldn't you?"

"Oh yeah, and I hope we have many more too Annie." Jess was giggly too as she played in the bubbly water and gently stroked her full breasts; her hard nipples were just above the surface of the water and glistened in the sift light. 

Annie's breasts were also poking out of the water, her long puffy nipples were pointed skyward and I had to lean over and suck on them. I couldn't resist them! Annie held my head and rested her head on the edge of the tub as I suckled on her breasts like a little baby. Apparently they were very sensitive and Annie was actually squirming in sexual pleasure very quickly.

"That feels so good Terry, suck harder and squeeze my breasts firmly. Oh yeah that's right, keep doing that I think I'm going to come!" With that she did have an orgasm, wrapping her thighs tightly around one of my legs and grinding her pussy against my thigh! "I don't come from having my nipples sucked, how did that happen?" Annie asked as she gathered her composure.




Jess & Stepdad Visit Annie



"I guess we will have to keep doing that, you sure seemed to enjoy it!" Jess added as she leered lustfully at Annie's distended hard nipples. They were deep red in color now and were a very erotic sight!

Before things got carried away again, I stood up reached out for Jess' hand and pulled her up. "Come my little nympho, its time dry off and head home, it's late! And I have a busy day tomorrow." Annie followed us out of the tub and we each grabbed a big fluffy bath sheet and wrapped ourselves up as we waited for the water to finish running off our spent bodies. 

We wandered around the house, picking up the various pieces of clothing we had discarded in our sorted sexual adventure tonight and finished dressing in the living room where it all started.

"So, are you my new roommate then Jess?" Annie asked, almost rhetorically.

"Absolutely, I'll drop off a cheque for the first month's rent and deposit to you at the store tomorrow after 5:00, okay?" Annie nodded her agreement; she looked completely spent!

We hugged at the door and said our "Good nights" and got in the Rover and headed home. Jess fell asleep less five minutes after we left the condo.

To be continued...



Jess & Steph's Shopping Weekend



Jessie and Stephanie said goodbye to their beaus, and left for the weekend. They had been looking forward to this weekend of shop-till-you-drop. The men gave them some cash and told them to buy whatever their hearts desired and said to have fun. Stephanie booked a hotel in the centre of town so they could walk everywhere they wanted to go.

They arrived a little earlier than they anticipated. So they unpacked and got freshened up and went out on the town. Stephanie and Jessie expect they will have lots of fun shopping at the new major mall. There was even a fun-land park inside. They went on some rides and enjoyed themselves, laughing and screaming both at the same time. They shopped at every store in the mall, looking at everything and having a wonderful time. They stopped and had some supper, talking over a couple slushy margaritas and at some spicy Mexican food. Jessie thought this was just great! Good food, sexy friend, hopefully fantasies fulfilled, lots of fun!! Stephanie suggested that they visit the sexy shopping areas and see what they are missing, and mutually decided to look down the main street where all the sex shops were side-by-side. Stephanie and Jessie wanted to add a little spice to their already busy sex lives with their beaus. They went into a little shop and noticed all kinds of goodies, but they were a little shy to buy anything. They laughed and said “who really cares! Nobody knows us here so let’s buy some goodies,” and they did. All kinds of toys, sexy lingerie, candles, massage oil and some sex games. After they were through trying on all kinds of lingerie, purchasing all those sexy things – both of them feeling horny decided to go back to the hotel. Jessie decided to take a shower and get ready for bed. Stephanie took one after her, and both got dressed for bed. They talked some more and had another margarita, feeling silly and a little uninhibited. After searching the television for a good chick flick without any luck, turned the channels to the pay channels with a sexy flick playing. Jessie and Stephanie both were staring at the two women on the television making love, so forbidden, so sexy, soooo amazing!! 

They giggled and talked while they watched the movie, Jessie then got up, not realizing that she drank a little too much when she stumbled over to the bathroom. Laughing and feeling quite aroused wondering if her friend felt the same feelings. Upon returning sat down beside Stephanie who was engrossed in the movie, squirming on the couch. Jessie realizing this and knew then that Stephanie was indeed getting hot. Their conversation started to get hot and heavy, discussing their recent sexual encounter with their beaus. They kept looking into each other’s eyes and something clicked and their head came closer and closer and they kissed, first just a peck, and then another and finally a deep tongue kiss, both mutually enjoying each one’s every touch. Their hands began to roam over each other, slowly searching over and over, caressing every inch of their breasts. Jessie gently pinched Stephanie’s erect nipple and she did the same to her. They began to really get into it, but wondered if it was right. They slowly started taking off their clothes. Stephanie bent down and placed Jessie’s nipple into her mouth and tongued it ever so gently. She always wondered what it was like to have another woman suck her nipples. It was strange and forbidden but so sensual and hot. Stephanie started to nibble on Jessie’s shoulders and up her neck finally her ears and then made her way to her mouth. She kissed her very passionately on her lips, gently sucking each one in one at a time. Driving her tongue deeper into her mouth, Jessie responding to her fully. They kissed and felt each other’s bodies for what seemed like a lifetime not wanting time to end. Jessie was getting hotter and hotter with every touch. Stephanie worked her way down Jessie’s body, slowly flicking her tongue over her flat belly making her way down to her honey pot. Jessie’s body quivering in response to Stephanie’s tongue, wanting more! 

Stephanie, finally reaching Jessie’s hot, wet, awaiting pussy, aching to meet her tongue, started flicking her tongue on her hard clit, Jessie thrusting her wet pussy against Stephanie’s mouth causing her to cum instantly. Jessie had fantasized about this for such a long time that she couldn’t hold off anymore. It was so erotic. After coming down from her orgasm she returned the favor to Stephanie. Slowly licking her clit, tonguing her wet pussy, started tongue fuck her slowly, inserting a finger, driving Stephanie over the edge. Faster and faster she thrust her finger into Stephanie’s wetness, all the time sucking her hard clit and flicking her tongue on it. Stephanie grinding her pussy against Jessie’s hand and mouth, cumming so hard, so wet!!! Jessie licking up all her moisture, loving every drop.

They both lay there for a couple of minutes coming down from those wonderful orgasms. Both reached for their gift bags of goodies they bought today. They both had washed everything earlier when returning from shopping and placed them back in the bags – not letting each other know what the other was doing. They dumped out their goodies all over the bed, there were doubled ended dildos, smooth plastic vibrators, strap-on dildos, life like cock shaped dildos, lubricate, edible massage oil and lots of other things. They looked at each other and giggled – not realizing that they both had such a great assortment of toys. Imagine, both of them shy at the beginning of this trip. Shy no-more! 

Stephanie picked out the double ended dildo and licked seductively and then placed it at the opening of Jessie’s pussy. She was so wet, she then slowly began to fuck Jessie with the dildo. She then pushed it deep inside her pussy, what a wonderful site and by the look on her face it was a wonderful sensation. Pushing it deep inside her pussy, she then mounted the other end, slowly moving toward Jessie with her wet pussy swallowing the other end of the dildo, this caused the other end to move deeper into Jessie making her to arch towards Stephanie. She was going to cum again. Stephanie grabbed the centre of the dildo and pushed it back and forth into each other’s pussies, both of them so wet, fucking each other, arching and thrusting toward each other. Both girls were moaning and fucking each other with great passion. Feeling each other cumming, sat up and kissed passionately, thrusting back and forth slowly enjoying each other’s touches.

Falling back onto the bed, invigorated and so very horny removed the double dildo. Jessie reached for her doubled headed strap on dildo. Inserted one of the vibrators inside her wet pussy pulling the strap-on closer fastening it onto herself. Reaching down toward Stephanie placed the other head at her pussy lips. Mounting Stephanie, Jessie pushed forward thrusting slowly and deeper into Stephanie’s so hot, so wet pussy. With each thrust Jessie also felt her vibrator go deeper into her pussy. As their pussies met with each thrust, the dildo and vibrator would go in and out deeper and deeper. Their bodies mashing together, rubbing their breasts together, kissing so passionately, tongues searching out each other’s mouths. Jessie’s thrusts deepening faster and faster, in and out – fucking Stephanie while she was fucking herself, it was so wild. Both girls cumming together , grinding themselves together as the most wonderful orgasm overcame them both. Upon their orgasm subsiding they collapsed upon the bed, exhausted and so satisfied and feel asleep in each other’s arms. 

They woke up the next morning, showered together, made wet love in the shower, and then went shopping for more fun stuff, lots of sexy lingerie to share with their beaus. And a night they would never forget and hopefully share this experience with their beaus. After all, this was the fantasy of Jessie’s, having the experience of making love to a woman one on one and perfecting it before sharing it with her beau. This being their first experience, it was worth the fantasy and the wait. This reality was more than the fantasy ever was! Can’t wait until the next fantasy cummms true!!!



Jess and the Professor



I stood outside, cigarette in hand, breathing in the summer air and the smoke and the traffic fumes. I'd finally found the pub, hidden among the narrow back streets of central Sheffield, buried under suffocating ivy. I was shaking, and sweating. It was unusually warm, even for July, and my jacket and nerves weren't doing me any favours.

Removing the jacket and slinging it over my shoulder in what I hoped was a casual manner, I checked my watch. I was late. So was he. I took out my phone and absent mindedly looked at Facebook, trying not to get lipstick on my fingers as I smoked my cigarette.

"Oh, hello there," came a voice from behind me.

Fuck. He wasn't late. "Hey, Gareth!" I exclaimed, probably too enthusiastically given the situation. 

I'd usually greet friends with a hug or even a kiss on the cheek, but that seemed inappropriate. Gareth wasn't my friend, he was my professor. He'd got his first teaching job at the University of Sheffield, where I recently finished my Archaeology degree. Bones and stuff. I love it, somewhat ironically, given the size of me. I'd never been a slim girl, but four years at University had really seen me pile on the pounds. People talk about the 'Freshers' Fifteen'. More like the Fresher's hundred. At 5 foot 7, I tipped the scales at 250lbs. I hated my body, but the student lifestyle dictated that I drank beers, stayed up late and survived on a diet of junk food and energy drinks. I'll get rid of it, once I'm a postgraduate, I kept telling myself.

Anyway, Gareth. Postgraduate. That's why we were meeting, we'd arranged to meet to discuss my options for a PhD at the University. Most students did a Master's Degree first, but Gareth seemed adamant that I'd apply to doctoral training straight away. I was pretty nervous about the meeting, especially since I'd had absolutely no idea what to base my thesis proposal on. 

"So, had any thoughts about the proposal?" he asked, plonking a pint of cider down in front of me and splashing it on his hand. 

"Umm..." I panicked, trying to think of something intelligent to say. Gareth licked the splash of cider off his hand. God, he had lovely hands. Gareth had lovely everything. He was easily six feet tall with a chiselled, handsome face and a real hard body. I wondered if people thought we were on a date. This Greek God, a chubby chaser. I laughed to myself at the idea.

"Funny, huh?" he asked. 

"Sorry, I just... no, I've no idea where my proposal is going to be honest"

"Not to worry. That's why I'm here. So you're going to continue with your research on the skeletal, right?" 

"Yeah, I guess so". The way he said the word 'skeletal' made me uncomfortable. As I sipped the sugary cider, I became increasingly aware of the sheer size of my body. Especially next to him. 

"Well, that's a start. Let's take a look at some of these course guides."

The next hour or so passed in a blur. Gareth showed me the prospectus for the University's PhD programme for archaeologists, along with other similar coursers in the area. He bought me another drink, and another. We smoked, and drank, and made nerdy archaeology jokes.

I could feel myself getting drunk. Not seriously hammered, but certainly not sober. As my head became fuzzier, I moved closer to him. Or maybe he moved toward me? I couldn't tell. But in the couple of hours we spent talking, we went from sitting at least a foot apart on the bench to sitting side by side, thighs touching. He went to pull a cigarette filter from his pocket and his hand brushed against my leg. 

"Sorry", he mumbled as he rolled his cigarette. I watched his deft hands as he twisted the paper, popped it into his mouth and lit up. 

"No worries", I laughed. I was laughing at myself, really. How ridiculous I was. He had accidentally touched my thigh and I was practically swimming in my own wetness. I was lucky I had a padded bra on, as my nipples had stiffened to attention. God, he turned me on so much.

"So, fancy another drink?" he asked me as he drained his glass. 

"Oh, I should probably be getting off soon. I mean, going home," I awkwardly stumbled over my words. I wanted to go home soon, SO I could get off. Sitting in this close proximity to Gareth for an extended period of time had got me ready for a solo session.

"Go on, Jess. One more won't hurt. It's on me." he insisted. I smiled, accepting silently, and Gareth got up and went inside to the bar. Minutes later, he returned empty handed. "Fucking hell, sorry. I've not got any cash left, and their card machine is down."

"Never mind!" I replied, slightly relieved at the opportunity to, well, relieve myself.

"Hang on, I've got an idea. My place is only around the corner and I've got a few beers in the fridge. You could come back to mine for a couple, if you like?" 

Gareth. Gareth Philips. As in, Gorgeous Gareth, the dreamiest lecturer on campus. He'd just invited me back to his house for a drink. This was not happening. Except, I guess, it was. Just a drink, though. As colleagues, practically!

"Why not?" I stood up and pulled my jacket around myself, shoving my cigarettes into my bag and swinging it over my shoulder. "Let's go".

Gareth and I ambled back to his place, around a ten minute walk away. We laughed and joked as we walked, and in our slightly tipsy states, kept walking into each other. His hand brushed against mine at one point and I thought I was going to explode on the spot. "This is it" he said, as we reached his front door. He unlocked it and I stepped inside. He followed and locked the door behind us. He kicked off his shoes and chucked the bag full of prospectuses into the hallway. I bent down to remove my shoes, cursing myself for wearing buckle ups so fiddly. Suddenly, I became aware of a shadow over me. Gareth stood tall in the hallway, hand leaning on the wall, so close to me. I caught his eye and he smirked. 

"Oh, Jess" he laughed. I blinked, confused. "You're so cute."

I laughed, nervously. I had absolutely no idea how to respond to that, and besides, with my ballooning stomach stretching against my t shirt and my plump thighs spread out as I crouched, I was far from cute. Finally wrestling my shoes off, I stood back up. Gareth reached his hand toward me and cupped my face.

"So. Cute." he repeated. 

The next thing I knew, he was kissing me. And I was kissing him back. Our tongues explored each others mouths, the scent of booze and cigarettes on both of our breaths. I didn't care. He tasted like heaven to me. He brushed his hand against my ample breast and I sighed audibly.

"Oh Jess. I'm so glad you're enjoying this" he breathed.

"I've wanted this since I met you" I managed to utter between urgent, seeking kisses.

His strong hands worked their way over my body, feeling every curve, roll and lump. He kneaded my huge gut and groaned. I was mortified. What the fuck was he doing, touching my disgusting belly like this? But then I felt his suddenly erect penis probing my leg. Oh my god, I thought to myself. He's into this. He likes fat chicks. That explained a lot, his obsession with old fertility goddesses in his archaeogical research. 

"Oh god, Jess. Your body is incredible" he sighed as he felt every inch of my mid section, belly, hips, love handles. My suspicions were confirmed, then.

"G-Gareth, I...I don't think we should do this" I pulled away, embarrassed. Embarrassed that he saw my enormous weight gain as a turn on. Embarrassed that he knew how soft my flesh was, how much my stomach jiggled. I pulled my top back down, it strained against my belly as I struggled to hide myself from him.

"Jess, I'm sorry, I...I just think you're beautiful. I could never do this with you when you were my student, but I thought you liked me that way. I'm sorry. I didn't realise you didn't want to", he ran his hands through his hair, obviously also embarrassed at his advances.

"No, Gareth, I do like you, how could I not? I mean look at you. And look at me!" I signalled towards my expansive body.

"Yeah, look at you. You're beautiful" he replied, staring straight at my belly. Despite rearranging my t shirt, my vast belly button was still clearly visible through the taut fabric. "Just...beautiful".

"Really?" I scoffed. 

"Really. I know you're not the most slender of girls, and I've seen how you try to hide yourself away. But you shouldn't. You're magnificent, honestly." he responded.

Fuck it, I thought. I kissed him again, more aggressively this time. Fumbling, I found his belt and began to undo it. He groaned as my hand brushed against the tip of his hard cock through his boxer shorts. I dropped to my knees and did what I did best. Freeing his cock from its' confines, I took all of him in my watering mouth and began to suck and slurp. "Oh fuck, Jess. Fuck, that's amazing" he moaned as I twisted my tongue and lips around his shaft and head. He reached his hands down and took my enormous breasts in his hands, pinching my stiffening nipples as I continued to bob my head up and down on his large, stiff cock. "Stop, Jess", he suddenly insisted, pushing my head away, leaving a trail of saliva from my lips to his glistening head. "That was amazing. But I don't want this to be about me. You obviously don't know how amazing your body is, so I'm going to show you", he told me, with a glint in his eye. 

He took my hand and led me up the stairs and onto a double bed. He playfully pushed me down onto the duvet and pinned me with his hands. "Take your top off" he ordered. I sat up, but hesitated. "No, please. Take it off. I want to see that belly in all its glory". His eyes twinkled. I couldn't believe he was actually into my fat. I gingerly removed my t-shirt and he grabbed it and threw it across the room. "Now, your bra" he coaxed. I unclipped the hooks of the huge, heavy-duty bra and let my enormous tits go free. They sagged immediately, their sheer weight causing them to slap against my belly as they made for the floor. I could actually see his cock get even harder.

"My fucking god. You are absolutely delicious" he practically drooled, as he looked me up and down. My massive breasts hung in front of him, while my broad, soft hips were interrupted by the tight cut-in of my jeans. He looked at me lustfully and pushed me back down onto the bed, kissing my lips and then my neck and then my shoulders, decolete, breasts, oh my breasts...he sucked and bit gently on a nipple whilst twirling and pinching the other with his fingers. My knickers were absolutely soaking, it was probably visible through the thick denim of my jeans. "Oh, Gareth", I moaned as he suckled. 

"Yes, Jess?" he looked up at me.

"Nothing..don't...stop" I breathed, writhing in pleasure. 

He gave my rigid nipple a final suck and carried on licking his way down my body. I watched his head rise up from the bed as he kissed the enormous curve of my distended belly. That was where I carried most of my weight. My thighs and hips and tits had swelled as I packed on the pounds, but good god, my belly was huge. And so, so round. He kissed it all over, enjoying every inch of my flesh. Fuck, this felt amazing. 

He looked up and grinned. I didn't realise I'd said that out loud. I cringed, feeling my face turn red. 

"You know what'll feel more amazing?" he teased, lowering his face toward my soaking crotch.

I held my breath in anticipation. He popped the button on my jeans and the lower part of my belly sprung free. This seemed to really get him going, as he wrestled off my jeans as quick as he could and thrust two fingers into my dripping pussy. I cried out, in awe of the sensation. I'd masturbated before, of course I had, over Gareth mostly, but I'd never been touched like this. He pushed my panties to the side and slowly, teasingly licked my glistening slit, starting low down and moving slowly up towards my clit. I felt a familiar burn in my stomach, like I was going to come, but I'd never felt it this intensely.

Still moving slowly, Gareth sucked my clit into his mouth. He ran his tongue over the hard nub in circles, whilst still pumping his fingers in and out of my cunt. I had never felt anything like this in all my life. He licked and sucked my clit as my moans became louder and louder, and fucked me with his fingers with his left hand. I felt his right hand move across my mound and toward my belly. He fucking loves my belly, I chuckled to myself. And god, he did. 

He grabbed a chunk of my flab and began to shake it, watching from his vantage point in my cunt as the flesh jiggled in time with his fingers' thrusting. He let out a moan of excitement, which sent shivers through my clit and up my spine. It was happening.

I screamed out as I came, the orgasm causing my whole body and all of its flab to shake. 

Gareth surfaced and slowly rubbed my belly as he slid himself up the bed, smiling.

"Enjoy yourself, gorgeous?" he teased, watching as my stomach continued to ripple in the aftershocks of that orgasm.

"Y-yeah.." I managed to utter, almost breathless. He stroked my stomach as it became still and my breathing became less ragged. "I think I'd quite like to fuck you" he said, calmly and confidently, as if he'd just chosen a dish off a menu.

"But first", he announced, standing up "I think we should eat something. A girl can't be fucked on an empty stomach. Fancy a takeaway?" he grinned. 

(To Be Continued...)



Jess and the Younger Man



Jess had just celebrated her thirty-sixth birthday and felt about as old and used up as a woman her age could fee. She was tired and worn out and frustrated and most of all saddened as she stared at herself in the mirror. Her hair was much thinner than it had been in her twenties. Her laugh lines were more pronounced. Her breasts were not as full and perky as they had once been, and her eyes crinkled. Where had the time gone? It seemed that her body had gotten older while her mind was stuck in adolescence. 

Jess slipped in to her nightgown then clicked the light off and slid into her single bed. The night was warm and she slept with the window open. She could hear the neighbors' television from the apartment next door. She had Jeffrey on her mind. 

Jeffrey was the new IT guy at the high school Jess taught at -- a kid, really. He was only 23, and barely that. But he flirted with her relentlessly. He was a really nice guy so Jess flirted back when no students were around, initially believing they were just teasing. 

It was behind the safety of an instant messenger on her home computer, that Jess realized he wasn't teasing. 

"I'd love to let you teach me a few things," Jeffrey wrote, including a winking smiley. Jess laughed and told him he should behave. 

"I mean it," he continued. "I have a fantasy about being with an older woman. And what guy doesn't fantasize about banging a teacher? And you're hot." 

Jess blushed. "There are places in this country where I'd be old enough to be your mother." 

"Yes, but you're not my mother," he reminded her. 

It was nice to be flirted with and Jess found herself warming to this guy with all his barely 23 confidence. 

"Girls my age haven't let go of the bull shit, yet," he told her. "I want a woman who knows how to be fucked without crying about her childhood afterward." 

Good lord, has he come to the wrong place, Jess thought to herself. She was quite possibly the most sexually repressed person on the planet. 

It wasn't that she didn't like sex. She loved it. But her desires were specific and she couldn't bring herself to give voice to them. Lovers would ask her what she wanted, but she was too embarrassed or shy or who knows what to tell them. As a result, they tended to treat her with kid gloves, afraid of offending her or hurting her. This was exactly the opposite of what Jess desired most. 

Jess longed to be manhandled. Nothing was more erotic to her than being held down by a lover, knowing she was at his mercy. She loved to feel teeth on her skin and to feel her hair being pulled. She loved to be spanked. 

And it was the comfort of hiding in her room with nothing but her computer monitor that allowed her to reveal these things to Jeffrey, despite her better judgment. 

Jeffrey had amazing insight for his age. "I think you're afraid to tell your lovers these things because the element of control is what is most erotic to you," he told her. "You want to relinquish control to someone else, yet telling him to do those things defeats that purpose. You are still in control." 

Jess wasn't certain that was the case, but the amount of thought and logic impressed her. 

"You know," he continued, "I could make you feel pretty powerless, if that's what you want." 

Jess felt her cheeks flushing hot. For a brief moment, she could visualize the experience: his long physique pressing down on her, his thick arms forcing her hands over her head as he sinks his teeth into her shoulder, his knee forcing itself between hers. 

"I'm too old for you," she said, banishing the thought for the moment. 

"You're only 36," he said, "And besides, I'm not asking you to marry me. I just want to fuck you." 

Jess could not help the giggle that escaped her at those words. It sounded really tempting. But she'd never had much luck with casual sex. She found it a challenge to keep from getting her feelings tangled up in things. This was just crazy. 

And it was here that Jess excused herself and went to get ready for bed. 

And now, as she lay listening to the sound of cars passing on the highway, she imagined what it would be like to meet with someone just to have sex with him. No strings attached. After all, those other one-night things -- those were only confusing because they'd had different expectations going into it. In this case, they'd both know that it was only for this one night. 

But only for one night? It seems like it would take many times to get to know each other and please each other. Jess began to imagine the things she'd like to do, to have done. 

It was difficult for her to imagine it being mutual. Sex, for her, had always been part of at least the pursuit of something deeper than two people simply pleasing each other. She imagined Jeffrey cold and absent, using her body as if she were not in the room. 

And then there was the issue of his age. There were 13 years between them. Wasn't this somehow immoral? 

But as the night wore on, Jess began to realize that Jeffrey truly seemed to want to please her. His age would really only matter if they were pursuing something more permanent, but this was just one night. What difference would it make? 

And Jess could tell him what she wanted from him, what she needed. She needed to feel safe. If this were simply an exercise in mutual pleasure, Jess felt confident that she could tell Jeffrey what she wanted. 

Jess could hardly bear to look at Jeffrey the next day at work. Was he looking at her differently? Leering, perhaps? She couldn't tell. But when he wasn't there, her mind wandered to him. She imagined what he looked like under those Dockers and that Polo shirt -- the coolness of his skin -- the fine blond hair on his legs. 

She imagined the stamina of a 23 year old and blushed deeply, hoping with all her strength that no one had noticed that blush. 

That night when Jeffrey instant-messaged her, Jess could hear her heart pounding in her ears. She was more than a little disappointed when she read his first message. "Hey," he told her. "I'm sorry if I was a bit aggressive, the other night. I totally respect you, and don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I'll drop it." 

"No," Jess answered after some hesitation. 

"No?" Jeffrey replied. 

"No," Jess repeated. "I've thought about it, and I think that if we talk about it, this could be really great." 

"I think it could be," Jeffrey answered. "As long as we both understand that no strings are attached. 

"Of course," Jess answered, with some reservation. 

They set a date for the following weekend. They would meet at the Holiday Inn, have a couple of drinks, and go from there. They also agreed on a code word, "halt" which meant "stop, I'm not kidding," in case things got out of hand. 

Once the plans were finalized, Jess began to feel uneasy. The thought of being with someone who knew what she wanted and really wanted to give it to her was more than thrilling. But she'd never had sex devoid of emotion, before, and feared this would be cold and distant. 

Still, despite her reluctance and absolute notoriety for repression, Jess's sense of adventure would not let her back out on this. On Saturday, she arrived at the Holiday Inn and rented a room for them. She left a key at the desk for Jeffrey and proceeded to room 307. She let herself in, dropped her bag by the door and sat down, nervously on the bed. The butterflies in her stomach were on steroids. 

Jess tried to find things to do to pass the time until Jeffrey arrived. She flipped through the channels on the television. She checked her hair and makeup a couple of times. She looked at her outfit in the mirror. "Not bad," she thought. And then, with a sick knot, "for a 36 year old." 

Jess's heart began to pound when she heard the lock on the door click and Jeffrey entered, carrying a grocery bag and a backpack. "I picked up some wine," he said, smiling. 

Jeffrey put down his bags and pulled out a bottle of wine. He sat down on the foot of the bed, pulled off the foil, and unscrewed the cap. Jess supressed a chuckle as she sat down next to him with the two plastic glasses. 

Jeffrey poured wine into both glasses and placed the bottle on the floor. "To fucking," he said, bluntly, raising his glass to Jess. 

Jess blushed and her hands began to tremble. She laughed nervously. "To.... yeah," she said, as she drank her wine as quickly as possible, hoping it would calm her nerves. 

"Don't be nervous," he said, soothingly, taking Jess's now empty glass from her and placing it on the floor by the bottle. He slid behind her on the bed and began massaging her neck gently. His voice was calm and comforting, and Jess liked the sound of it. "I promise this will be good for both of us," he said, sliding his hands down her shoulders, working the tension out slowly, patiently. 

"I am nervous," Jess admitted, relaxing a bit under Jeffrey's strong hands. 

"I'll take care of you," he said, quietly, his mouth close to her ear, as he handed her his glass of wine, and continued to massage circles into her shoulders and back. 

Jess could feel her face warming. In fact, she warmed a bit everywhere, as the chill of nervousness was beginning to wane. She finished off her second glass, and allowed her body to slump forward, slightly, in relaxation. 

"That's more like it," Jeffrey said, softly, as he pulled her hair to one side and began to kiss the back of her neck. 

Chills shot through Jess. She felt her skin becoming goose bumpy and she felt her nipples harden. His mouth was so hot. 

Jeffrey continued to plant soft kisses on Jess's neck and shoulders, as he let his hands begin to explore her body slowly. He stroked her back and her sides, as he drew himself around her completely, one leg on either side of her. He slid his hands under her shirt and stroked her stomach. Slowly, he let his fingers trace the contours of her ribs, her sides, and the underside of her breasts. He kissed the back of her ear, her shoulder blade; he nibbled the nape of her neck. And then he pulled her shirt off, leaving her feeling chilled and hugging herself. 

Jeffrey folded his arms around Jess. He took her hands in his and began stroking the underside of her breasts with them. He left her cupping her own breasts as he slid her bra straps down her shoulders and then unfastened it in the back. "Whenever you're ready to let go," he whispered into her ear, as he ran his fingernails gently over the lines her bra had left. 

Already he was a better lover than three quarters of the men she'd been with, simply because he wasn't rushing her. Jeffrey removed his shirt, and slid his arms around Jess. He wrapped his fingers in her fingers, which still clutched her breasts. 

Jess arched her back and let her head fall against Jeffrey. She could feel the hair on his chest against her back. This was the body of a man. She could feel his breath on her cheek. She could hear it. She let her bra fall to the floor and placed Jeffrey's hands on her breasts. 

Jeffrey squeezed them and pinched her nipples. He bit her neck hard but gently. Jess turned her head to catch his mouth with hers and they kissed. 

Jeffrey slid his body out from behind Jess and laid her gently on the bed. He continued to kiss her fiercely, as he explored her torso with his hands. Jess responded to his kisses but forgot she had other body parts and just lay there for a moment before reaching up to stroke his hair. 

Jeffrey pushed her hands to her sides as he positioned himself above her, kissing her more and more passionately, biting her neck, her lips, and her ears. 

Jess was completely aroused. She felt as if every nerve stood on end. Every part of her sparked with electricity. 

Jeffrey slid down Jess's body, leaving a trail of soft bites as he traveled. He bit her shoulders, her arm. He teased her nipple with his tongue and then he took it into his mouth, biting and sucking and taking Jess's breath away completely. Jeffrey began to grind his hips against Jess and she could feel his arousal pressing hard against her. She tried to reach for him, but he still held her hands to her sides. 

Jeffrey slid further down her body, biting her stomach, kissing her navel, licking her here and there. He released her hands and slid his hands down to pull her skirt up. Slowly, he pushed it to her waist, kissing and biting her at all times. Jess, eyes closed, lifted her hips so he could push her skirt up underneath her. Before she could lower them, he'd stripped off her panties, and she lay there, completely vulnerable. 

Jeffrey began to tease her. He nibbled her thighs. He stroked her pelvis. He blew on her moistness, letting her know he was aware. And then in one movement, he wrapped his arms around her thighs, lifted her hips, and plunged his face into her wet opening. 

Jess cried out in surprised pleasure. She reached for his hair, but he held her hands tightly in his own. He plunged his tongue deep into her, sucking and licking, and rocking her whole body with his. 

"Oh, my god!" she cried out, realizing she was reaching orgasm already. At this cue, Jeffrey released one of her hands and thrust two fingers inside of her. He found her clitoris with his lips and sucked and nibbled as his fingers plunged in and out of her. 

Jess's whole body spasmed with the waves of orgasm. She covered her face with a pillow and cried out into it. Jeffrey continued to suck and nibble and Jess thought she'd die of stimulation. She reached to push him away, but he held her hands again, and she had no choice but to ride the intensity of it. 

When the waves subsided, Jess lay limp and stunned, breathing heavily into her pillow. She felt Jeffrey leave the bed for a moment. She was slightly embarrassed to have come so quickly, and she remained under her pillow. Until she heard the zip. 

Jess pushed the pillow to one side, and saw Jeffrey standing next to the bed, taking his pants off. She could see his erection, now, as he stood there in his boxer briefs, and she was more than impressed with what she saw. She pushed herself up to a sitting position and pulled him to her by his waistband. She slid her hands up the legs of his shorts and stroked around his hardness, brushing her lips against it, through the cotton garment. 

Jess pulled her hands from the legs of his shorts, and slid the shorts down enough to expose him. She stroked him and teased him with the tip of her tongue. She held his testicles in her hand and traced the tip of his penis with her lips. 

Jeffrey let out something that sounded like a growl, and grabbed Jess by the hair, jerking her head back. With his other hand, he pressed his dick to her mouth. She could taste the pre-cum on her lips. "Suck it," he demanded. And she did. She took it in as far as she could and sucked him until his knees trembled. He fell against her, then, bracing himself with one hand on the headboard. The other hand, he gripped her hair with. "I'm gonna shoot it all over your tits," he told her, pulling out with a groan. Jess clutched her breasts, as Jeffrey exploded on her, his hot ejaculate dripping down her bosom. 

Jeffrey collapsed to the floor and rested his head on the bed. Jess went to the bathroom to wipe herself off. When she returned, Jeffrey was on the bed with a peculiar look on his face. He patted the bed next to him, and with a grin, Jess lay down beside him. She was startled to hear her pillow humming. 

"I brought you a present," he told her, pulling a slim, silver vibrator from under her pillow. He ran the thing the length of Jess's body, coming to a rest at the warm mound between her thighs. Then he placed her hand on it. "I want to see you masturbate," he told her. 

Jess began to protest, but the look on Jeffrey's face sent a thrill through her and she did as she was told. She slid the silver wand down over herself, stroking herself slowly and gently. She squeezed a breast with her free hand as she let her knees fall outward, opening herself up to the tiny little machine. 

"Fuck yourself, with it," he insisted. Jess resisted, enjoying the feel of the vibration on her clitoris. "Maybe you need to be punished?" Jeffrey mused, rolling her to one side, and smacking her hard on the ass. 

Jess's eyes flew wide open as she cried out. "Then do as you're told, Jess," Jeffrey winked. 

Jess enjoyed a challenge, and frankly, she enjoyed a good spanking. "Make me," she whispered. 

Jeffrey laughed the laugh of one surprised by the audacity of another, as he rolled her over on to her stomach and smacked her ass repeatedly until it was red. 

Jess begged for him to stop, though the sting was arousing her in ways she didn't know possible. She never uttered the code word. "I'll do it! I'll do it!" she conceded. And when he rolled her back on to her back, she slid the wand inside of herself, as tears rolled down her cheeks. 

"That's good," he said, stroking himself back into erection. "That's really good. Don't cum. Just a teaser." 

Jess was ready to come again and tried with all her strength to resist the urge, when Jeffrey, took the wand from her and rolled her back to her stomach. Once she'd adjusted, he lifted her hips and guided himself into her, slowly, having lubed himself already. 

Despite the lubrication and the priming with the wand, Jess was surprised at how he filled her up. He moved slowly at first, allowing her to get used to him as he gained speed and thrust. 

Jess rocked slowly into Jeffrey's girth. It had been some time since she'd been with a man and this was taking some getting used to. It felt so good, though, filling up completely with his heat. 

Jeffrey began to move faster. Jess responded in kind. She reached back and stroked his testicles between her legs. 

Jeffrey grabbed her by her hair, and began to thrust more and more aggressively into her. Jess moaned with every thrust. She could feel his intensity growing. 

With his free hand, Jeffrey found the vibrating wand and held it against Jess's clitoris, stroking her gently in front, while slamming hard into her from behind. The contrast in sensations sent Jess over the top, and she cried out, as she reached orgasm for the second time. 

"Fuck, yeah," Jeffrey groaned, gripping her hips tightly to him, as she writhed in pleasure. And as the moment took him, he pulled her onto himself over and over, rocking her like a rag doll, until he exploded inside of her, collapsing against her in ecstatic exhaustion.



Jess' Birthday Request



Steve had raised Jess by himself since she was ten, when her mother, Julie, lost her battle with cancer. Steve and Julie had already divorced by that time and he had joint custody. It made it easier for Jess to adapt to living with him when her mom got real sick. They became bosom buddies, best friends. To say that they were inseparable is an understatement.

Steve had purchased a home in the country with lots of trees and no neighbors within ear or eye shot. He wanted his privacy but more importantly he wanted a clean trouble free environment for his daughter to grow up. He would take her to the bus stop in the morning on his way to work and she would walk home from the bus stop after school. When he would arrive home Jess would already have her homework done and dinner would be on the stove. She took as good care of him as he did of her.

When Jess turned fourteen Steve knew he was going to be in trouble. The boys started calling and hanging around. Jess was developing into quite a stunning young lady and getting a lot of attention. He had rules... no boys at the house after school until he got home and only for a few hours on the weekends. She could hang out with her friends but if boys were going to be involved, so was he! 

At sixteen Jess got her drivers' license. Steve had been fixing up an old GTO for her. He taught her to drive on the country roads and rural highway near their home. She was a good student and very gracious. After each lesson they would go home and she would pop her dad a beer and then prepare a special dinner. She loved to cook and bake and was always showing her appreciation to her dad with nice meals and baked goods.

Steve loosened up a bit on Jess, allowing her to venture out on her own, hang out with her girl friends and boy friends. So long as her school work got done and she held her grades she could now pretty much do her own thing. But the one thing she loved doing most was hang with her dad.

By the time she was seventeen she had blossomed into a gorgeous young woman. She was rather petite at just over 5 feet tall. She had long curly red hair and big round green eyes. She had a nice tan from lying out by their pool. Her shapely legs ran from her ankles up to her perfectly curved butt and she had beautiful 34B breasts. She wore a gold dangling pendant in her naval, drawing eyes her tight flat stomach when exposed. 

Steve had trouble keeping his eyes off her when she would lay by the pool. She liked to wear this little white thong bikini and would often lay out topless (she didn't like tan lines). Steve would wait until she was done sunning herself before he would venture out back to the pool. Occasionally he would catch himself staring at her from the kitchen window. "Stop that now! That's your daughter!" he would scold himself. Sometimes when he would go to her room to kiss her goodnight he would find her on top of her covers, completely nude. He would quickly close the door without entering and go to bed.

Jess must have known her dad looked at her. After all, she had spied on him a time or two. Her friends would tell her how nice looking he was. He was average height, had reddish hair, blue eyes, a goatee, and a small spare tire that he carried well on a slightly stocky frame. 

She thought he was pretty handsome too. She had caught glimpses of him coming out of the bathroom after showering and would think to herself, "One of these days...!" She once masturbated to a picture of him that she keeps on her nightstand. "Mom was a lucky girl" she would tell herself. She had hoped one day that he might look at her that way.

She would test him from time to time. One time when she was lying out by the pool topless, she got up and came in to the kitchen where Steve was preparing lunch. "What are you doing daddy?" she asked as she stood next to him topless.

"Making sandwh... good god girl! Go put some clothes on!" he exclaimed when he finally turned toward her. "I'm your father for crum sake!"

"Oh daddy!" she said. "It's not like you haven't seen these before! I mean, they haven't grown since I was 14!"

"That's not the point sweetheart. What if someone came over unannounced and you were prancing around here topless with just me in the house. What would they think of me?"

"Oh, you're just being silly daddy!" she pouted as she went to retrieve her bikini top. She was smiling on her way outside as she knew she had gotten a rise out of him.

Another time she had gotten out of the shower but had "forgotten" to put a towel out for herself. Dripping wet, she came out of the bathroom and into the hallway where she knew Steve was prepping a wall to paint. "What the hell are you doing?" he exclaimed.

"I forgot a towel. I didn't know you were out here or I would have yelled from the shower for you to get me one. I'm sorry daddy!" she said, drawing sad eyes and a pouty mouth.

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry I yelled at you. It just took me by surprise, that's all." He explained. She gave him a big hug and a peck on the cheek.

"It's okay daddy. I forgive you." She replied in a little girl voice. Steve just stood there speechless now. For the first time he had seen his nearly grown daughter naked. 

As she gathered her towel he turned back to the wall he was prepping. "Don't even think about it!" he told himself. "It never happened!"

As she neared her 18th birthday Steve wanted to throw Jess a big party. He wanted to have all her friends to the house for BBQ and swimming. But Jess insisted that they spend the day together, just her and her dad. It was a big event in her life and she wanted to share it with him and him alone. Besides, she was now legal and stood a better chance of getting her dad's "attention". Steve agreed. "Now what do you want for your birthday sweetheart?" he asked her. "You name it and you got it!" he declared. 

She knew at that moment that he would be hers for the taking. "I'll get back to you on that dad", she replied. She knew what she wanted. She thought about it every time she would see her dad getting out of the shower or laying out by the pool. She just had to come up with a foolproof plan.

On the morning of her birthday Steve went to wake Jess up to start their special day. He knocked on her door. "Jess, honey, it's time to get up." he called to her through the door. There was no response. He knocked again but again heard no stirring.  

He quietly opened the door and poked his head in. He was in awe as he stood looking at Jess. She was sound asleep, lying on top of her covers naked, as she usually liked to sleep in the summer time. She looked like an angel, lying on her back with her long curly red hair draped over her shoulders, attempting to cover her perfect B-cup tits. And for the first time Steve noticed that Jess shaved her nether region! He felt his cock swelling in his pants. 

"Stop that!" he whispered to himself. "She may be eighteen she's still your daughter!" He quickly and quietly closed the door so as not to awaken his angel. But she was already awake, just pretending to be asleep. She wanted her dad to see her. She wanted to know how he would react. She smiled to herself as he left her room. She wondered to herself what he was thinking.

Steve retreated to his room, picked a favorite girly magazine, and proceeded to attempt to get his daughter off his mind. This would be difficult as all of his porn was filled with small framed women with tight bodies and small tits, just like Jess! He stroked his cock as he had done many of times over the years, hoping to clear his mind and get past what he had seen. It didn't take long before he shot streams of cum all over his magazine. And although he blew one of the biggest loads he ever shot, he still couldn't get the image of his beautiful, naked daughter out of his head.

Meanwhile Jess got out of bed and got into the shower. She was a bit turned on by the stunt she had just pulled on her dad so she took her favorite toy with her. She began soaping herself up, paying special attention to her breasts. She slowly moved her hand down to her pierced naval, then to her clean shaven pussy. She gently rubbed her clit while playing with her nipples with her other hand. She began to finger herself, moaning as her pace quickened. 

She reached for her dildo, a seven-inch rubber cock with balls. She slowly inserted it into her wet and slippery pussy, her moans getting louder as he began to furiously fuck herself. Would her dad be able to hear her over the shower? She hoped so... she knew he must have been aroused by the way he rushed out of her room. She suspected that he had gone to his room to jack off. This turned her on even more, that her daddy was sexually aroused enough looking at her that he had to masturbate. She came quickly, her juices flowing down her legs with the shower water. 

As she stood in the shower, relaxing a moment under the warm water, she devised sort of a plan to get her dad's attention. It wasn't perfect, but she figured he was already thinking about her so she would make it easy for him to follow through. She finished showering, put on her barely there bikini and headed to the dining room for breakfast. 

"What's cooking daddy?" she asked, smiling. "Smells like bacon and eggs."

"And potatoes and toast and orange juice kiddo." He said, finishing the breakfast menu. "Have a seat." Steve set the table and they both sat down to eat.

After breakfast they decided to go sit by the pool and maybe go swimming. "Dad, will you put this lotion on my back? I can't reach." Jess handed her dad the bottle of suntan lotion and Steve reluctantly and gingerly applied it to her back. "Don't forget about my shoulders and my neck." She reminded him as she held her hair off her back.

Steve worked the lotion into her shoulders. He tried to work under the halter strap of her bikini top but was having trouble. "This may help." Jess told him, as she removed the obstacle altogether. "There, now it's not in the way!" she said, looking back over her shoulder.

Steve tried not to let it show that he was getting aroused by staying behind Jess. He continued to work the lotion into back and shoulders. He couldn't help but notice how soft and tender her skin was. "I wonder if her thighs... Argh! Stop that, goddamn it! She's your daughter!" he reminded himself. But he couldn't stop. After all, he had his hands on the most beautiful adult woman he had touched in years. But it was his daughter. But she was topless. And she was gorgeous. And she was, uh, sexy? "You can't think like that!" he again told himself. 

When he finished applying the suntan lotion she let her hair drop and turned around. What a sight! Her curly red locks gently draped over her shoulders, her big green eyes showing her appreciation for his help, her pert, firm breasts perfectly poised, her flat, firm stomach with that sexy little dangly piercing, her nicely shaped ass extending from her toned shapely legs... He hadn't even noticed her staring at his hard-on!

"Is that a roll of quarters in your shorts or are you happy to see me?" she quipped, with a wink and a smile. Then she turned away as if to show him the rest of the goods, walked her nearly bare ass slowly to the edge of the pool, and jumped in. "Care to join me dad? The water's kinda cool... might do you some good!" she said with a coy smile and a chuckle. 

Steve finally looked down and saw his hard cock pressing against the inside of his shorts. "You idiot!" he berated himself. "You weren't supposed to let that happen!" He looked back at Jess in the pool, shook his head, took off his shirt and jumped in. You can't un-ring the bell, he figured.

Jess got some pleasure out of teasing her dad some more while they were in the pool. She would dive under water and swim between his legs, brushing his thighs as she went along. Or she would swim up behind him and jump on his back, pressing her still bare breasts into his back. She could tell he was getting turned on. And she could tell he didn't know how to handle it.

After the pool, Steve wanted to take Jess to lunch in town. "We're going casual for lunch." He said. "Just put on some shorts and a t-shirt and we'll grab a sandwich or a burger somewhere." 

But Jess was going to up the ante on her plan. She decided a skirt would be better. And a tight tank top too. She put on the shortest denim skirt she could find. Then she pulled a tank out of her closet with very thin straps. She figured this would justify not wearing a bra, even though she didn't really need one. But something still wasn't right with the outfit. "Let's see... skirt, tank, sandals... what's missing?" she asked herself. "Ah!" she exclaimed, "I won't need these!" She slipped her panties off, tossed them on the bed, and went to meet her dad in the living room. "I'm ready daddy!" she said, again in her best little girl voice.

With that they departed, Steve having no idea that his daughter has no panties on under her very short denim skirt. And no idea what her birthday request was going to be!

They decided on sandwiches for lunch and went to a new café in town that neither had been to yet. They were seated right away at a small round table, chairs next to each other. Steve got up and excused himself to use the restroom. This was her first chance to really get nasty with him, she thought. As he returned to the table, Jess turned outward slightly, lifted her right leg and crossed over the other one, exposing her bare kitty to her father. Steve did a double take as he sat down. "You're not wearing any pan..." he stammered.

"Ooops! I thought I felt a draft!" she replied innocently. Then she smiled and winked at him. "I know what I want for my birthday daddy. Now you said anything I want, just name it and I got it, right?" 

"Uh, um, yeah, that's what I said sweetie. Why, what did you have in mind?" he asked, seeming somewhat nervous.

"I want you to forget you are my dad for the day. Today we are just friends hanging out. I'm an adult now and I want to hang out like adults do." She informed him.

Relief is what he felt. Sheer and utter relief! Steve felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders! He didn't even want to think about what she may have asked of him. It was bad enough he had those thoughts! He was completely relieved that his daughter didn't! Of course, by now he had completely forgotten she wasn't wearing any panties and that she had just flashed her clean shaven pussy at him in public!

After lunch they went to the mall. She wanted to get some "things" at Victoria's Secret, but didn't want Steve to see. "They are for someone special," she told him. Both of them love to watch people, so they took up their usual spot on the promenade and proceeded to study the shoppers scurrying around. Every now and then Jess would lean over and peck her dad on the cheek. "I love you d.. uh, Steve!" she said at one point.

They returned home after about an hour at the mall and decided they would watch a movie. They also decided that they would stay in for dinner, maybe order a pizza or something. "I'm gonna go get comfy. You get the movie ready." Jess told her dad.

Steve picked out a comedy and then went to change back into his shorts, which were now dry from the earlier swim. He returned to the living room to find Jess on the couch, wearing a pair of those boy shorts and a very thin cotton camisole. "Do you like this outfit? It's what I got from the mall." She told him.

"Uh, it's, um very cute." Steve replied.

"Cute?" she asked, sounding disappointed. "I was hoping for something better than cute. Remember, you are not my dad today. Say what you mean, what you think! "

"Okay, well, uh, it's, um, sexy... There, I said it. It's sexy! You look very sexy in it!" he conceded, trying not to stare.

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it? Ooops! Poor choice of words!" she said, glancing down at the tent in his shorts.

"Now stop that!" he demanded. "Let's just watch the movie!"

"Okay." She said, snuggling up to her dad on the couch.

The movie wasn't really that funny, but they watched the whole thing anyway, not talking much about it or anything else for that matter. Steve was a bit uncomfortable with the thoughts he was having and Jess was frustrated that her dad was dodging her all day.

After the movie they ordered pizza. When the delivery boy arrived and rang the doorbell, Jess jumped up and was at the door before her dad could stop her. When she opened the door the delivery boy nearly dropped the pizza. "Uh... here's your p-p-p-pizza." He stuttered. "That will be, um, $21.95 please." 

She took the pizza and handed him the $25.00 her dad had left by the door. "Keep the change!" she said, with a smile and a wink. She closed the door leaving the delivery boy standing there, clutching $25.00 and clinging to the memory of the sexiest woman in the world answering the door in her underwear! "He had a hard-on before he gave me the pizza!" she proclaimed proudly.

Steve and Jess enjoyed the pizza and then decided to take a late night swim after the food settled. They went out to the pool, Jess still wearing her new Victoria's Secret ensemble. After lounging and talking for a short while, Jess got up. "Ready?" she asked.

"For what?" he replied.

"For a swim!" she answered, with a duh tone in her voice.

"You aren't going in with that on, are you?" he asked.

"Of course not, silly! It would get ruined!" she quipped as she pulled her top over her head. She tossed it aside and then shimmied out of her sexy little boy shorts. "Here goes!" and into the pool she went. "Whew! It's nice! Come on in!" she called out to Steve.

"Uh, okay, here I come!" he answered as he made his way to the poolside.

"Um, you're not getting in like that, are you?" she asked, somewhat rhetorically. "This is a no clothes zone tonight, mister!" she informed him in an authoritative voice.

Steve reluctantly complied, partly because he did not yet have a hard-on, and partly because she said to! Now completely naked in front of his daughter for the first time, he made quick time to the pool. He wanted to spare himself the inevitable embarrassment of the stiffy that was building up.

They swam and played awhile. There was nothing sexual going on, but there certainly was sexual tension. Steve had not yet gotten over the fact that the extremely sexy and sensual woman he was swimming naked with was his eighteen year old daughter. His thoughts would wander, and then he'd slap himself back to reality. Little did he know that his eighteen year old daughter was having those same thoughts, but she wanted to MAKE them a reality! And she was not going to be denied.

Around 10:30pm they decided to go back inside as it was cooling down a bit. Jess wanted to take a shower, and Steve said he did too. "You go first honey." He told her. "I'll take mine after you."

Damn, she thought to herself. The thought of taking a shower with her dad got her mind racing and her juices flowing. After all, he wasn't her dad today! Off she went to the shower, where she played with herself to the thoughts of her and Steve together. She finished and got out. "I'm done. Your turn." She hollered to her dad.

"Thanks baby! I'll be right there." By the time he reached the bathroom Jess was already in her room. Both disappointed and relieved, Steve turned on the water and stepped in. His cock was getting hard thinking about his daughter and him naked in the pool and all the things he thought about doing to and with her. He decided not to jack off in the shower but rather to wait and do it in his room with one of his magazines.

He finished his shower and retired to his room, drying his hair along the way. He entered his room and closed the door behind him. When he turned towards the bed he nearly jumped out of his skin! There was Jess, naked, lying on his bed, looking at one of his girlie magazines. "So, you like small women with tiny tits, eh?" she asked, waiting for some kind of response.