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Jessie's Homecoming

By: jessicaj64



Important note: this is an adult, erotic story. All characters and the events are entirely fictional. The author retains full legal copyright of this work and, as such, it may not be reproduced in full or in part without her express permission. The story depicts sexual acts of both heterosexual and lesbian nature, and is at times, graphic in its description. If you are under eighteen years old, if any or all of this offends you, or if it is illegal for you to view such material in your state, please discontinue reading.

Ch. 1 New Beginning

Jessie woke up slowly, bleary eyes gradually adjusting to the sunlight streaming in through the venetian blinds at the window. Stretching, she looked around her. 

"Well everything looks the same," she thought to herself, yet she knew that, in truth, everything was different. Although she was lying in her own bed, she felt like she had finally come home. She looked over at the clock on her nightstand, and groaned as she saw the time: 9:04am. Alice had left for work a full two hours ago, and after kissing Jessie tenderly before leaving, she had left Jessie to snooze for a while. That while had stretched out miraculously to two hours. Jessie smiled as she thought of wonderful, beautiful Alice, the woman who had finally captured her heart.

Groaning once more with the effort of accepting that she needed to get up, get showered and greet the day. But, there were urgent necessities to be met before she could think about showering and certainly before she could even contemplate the new day. Coffee, a cigarette and, first, she desperately needed to pee.

Wiping herself afterwards sent renewed tingles through her pussy, and she shivered with delight, and broad grin spreading across her face as she remembered last night. "Alice, girl, what have you done to me?" she asked the vacant apartment. As she groped her way through to the kitchen, her eyes still adjusting to the bright sunlight, "You've liberated me," she answered herself, smiling.

As she made her coffee and sat back in her leather desk chair enjoying her first cigarette of the day, her mind drifted. The slogan from some scarcely remembered cigarette advertisement from long ago that her mother used to quote registered in her memory as her thoughts wondered; "Girl, you've come a long way, baby."

Ch. 2 Philadelphia

Jessie grew up in Philadelphia, PA, the eldest child, and only daughter, to Reggie and Carol. Reggie was an engineer with the local railroad company, which took him away from the family home for a week at time on a frequent basis. He loved both his children dearly, both Jessie and her younger brother, Drew, and wasn't slow to tell them so. He was a big man with a heart of gold, a strong work ethic and a Christian, though he rarely spoke about his religion, preferring to keep his relationship with God personal. The only deviation from this was his expectation that both Jessie and Drew would attend church and Sunday school each Sunday, at least until they were old enough to make their own decisions. 

In Jessie's case, this turned out to be when she turned twenty. She had believed in God all her life, but certain teachings of her Episcopalian church bothered her. She wasn't quite sure what, precisely; she couldn't ever put her finger on it. The closest she could come was a certain level of judgment from the "blue rinses," as she disparagingly referred to the elder women in the congregation who had their gray hair rinsed weekly in the blues or purples that seemed so ubiquitous at some, uncertain, to her, yet clear point in a woman's life. She couldn't quite fathom how such unnatural colors seemed so obligatory to a seventy year old woman, who, without skipping a beat, would criticize Jessie for her blue, purple or pink-dyed Mohawk, which she sported during her later teenaged years and into her early twenties. 

Deciding that organized religion maybe wasn't for her, she left the church, much to her mother's despair. She still had a vague belief in God, but couldn't believe that God, Jesus, would be as condemnatory as the congregation members who, it seemed, cared more about her appearance than the love and faith, yearning to be a good person, that resided in her heart. She tried several times to console her mother with this explanation. Carol, her mother, tried to reassure Jessie that this was OK, but Jessie could always detect a hint of sadness in her mom's voice and eyes whenever they had this conversation.

Carol, Jessie's mom, was for the most part, a stay at home mom and a very devout Christian. She spoke much more openly about her beliefs and her relationship with God than Reggie, but remained supportive of both her children and their decisions, though she couldn't help but worry about Jessie. She and Jessie shared a strong, loving bond, despite Jessie's strong-minded political views and activism. She worked part time at a local convenience store for many years after Jessie and Drew both enrolled at the local high school, but, Jessie suspected, this was more to avoid boredom and going totally bat-shit crazy staying at home in an empty house for most of the time. With Reggie being gone most of the week, when her children went to school, with ever longer days and ever more extra-curricular activities -- band, the Band and political activism for Jessie, band and football for Drew. 

Both children were talented musicians as youngsters, and she considered it a great shame that neither of them pursued it after they finished high school. Jessie played the trumpet as an early teenager until she was in the ninth grade, at which point her rebellious nature really kicked in, and at her insistence, begging and pleading, switched to the bass guitar, left band and started her own school rock band. She was very much the hellion of her two children, giving Carol pause to wonder, on many occasions, what precisely she could have done differently when they raised her. 

Reggie and she were young, certainly, when they had Jessie. Reggie was twenty-one, Carol just nineteen. But, to their parents' surprise and admiration, they were married before Jessie was born, though she was most certainly showing at their wedding, being five, almost six months pregnant at the time. Even more surprising to all concerned, not least Reggie and Carol themselves on occasion, they stayed together and lived a happy, comfortable life together, despite their youth. While the pregnancy was unexpected, they had planned to get married eventually and loved each other dearly.

Drew, on the other hand, was a much quieter, more introspective and altogether easier child to raise. Being six years younger than Jessie, Reggie and Carol were rather more prepared for the stresses and strains of parenthood. Both children were intelligent, naturally academic and, goodness, just downright smart, though truth be told, Jessie was just a little too smart for her own good, sometimes. Drew was more inclined to be the bookworm, and, while intelligent had to work harder for his grades than Jessie did. He was a natural at the drums, though, much more so than his big sister was at either the trumpet or bass. Though she was talented at both, and whereas he had to study harder for his academic grades, she had to practice more, and more frequently than he ever did with his drums. He played first with cardboard boxes, graduating to tin cans and, finally, to a toy drum kit when he was eight years old. By the time he hit junior high, he was already a proficient drummer. And at sports, despite his quiet disposition, he was a gazelle on the football field. Being agile, fast and having a remarkable eye, almost a third eye, for catching the ball, he was instantly picked for the wide receiver position, which he held throughout his junior high, high school and college career.

Bing six years younger than his big sister, whom he adored, Jessie was very protective of him. While claiming that the "Little Brat" was a nuisance and a thorn in her side, secretly, or not so secretly, as it turned out, she adored him every bit as much as he adored her. As they matured into young adults and, later, less young adults, their relationship grew stronger and closer, to the point that they were as close as a brother and sister could possibly be without crossing any lines of decency. 

Ch. 3 College, Activism and Boys

Throughout junior high and high school, Jessie was outgoing, well liked and outspoken. She made friends easily. All except in one area of her life: boys. Around boys she was suddenly shy, unsure of herself. 

Debbie, her best friend since kindergarten, tackled her on the matter more than once, asking Jessie why the sudden change in temperament whenever a good looking guy would show any kind of interest. Both girls were attractive, hot, even. Debbie, at 5'6", with shoulder length, straight blonde hair, athletic body, which she worked hard to maintain, and 34C boobs was certainly the hotter of the two, and was not at all afraid to show off her stunning physique. Naturally, she attracted many admiring gazes of the boys, and inevitably an active social life, and over the course of their school career, dated at one time or another, most if not all the more eligible and even some of the less attractive guys. Jessie, at 5'5", beautiful, wavy brunette hair that fell midway between her should blades, slightly smaller boobs, at 34B, but perfectly apportioned, curvaceous hips and butt, was certainly no slouch either, and attracted her fair share of admiring glances and requests for dates, which she usually, politely declined. Jessie would laugh it off, initially citing her many social activities and claiming she "didn't have time" for boys. Later, she cited her feminism, claiming that all men were jerks anyway. Through frequent and often heated arguments with Debbie, who was quick to point out that she had nothing on which to base that opinion aside from her father who was a wonderful man; a point with which Jessie couldn't argue. Regardless, Jessie pursued her non pursuit of boys. Eventually, most of the guys gave up, claiming she was "aloof," "stuck up" or worst of all, in Jessie's mind, "frigid."

At the many sleepovers she had with Debbie and her numerous other girlfriends, the topic of conversation inevitably turned to boys, who was dating whom, how far the girls had let the boys go, and, of course, eventually, to those who had had gone "all the way," or at least they claimed they had. Jessie, for her part, took part in those conversations, agreeing with those who felt that Tom Schuler was the hottest boy in school. As soon as the conversation turned raunchier as the girls started discussing how far they had let their latest boyfriend go, and often in some detail, Jessie gradually became quieter. Oftentimes, Debbie would glance over at her friend for any cues as to what was on her mind, but Jessie would usually simply roll her eyes as if the conversation was somehow childish, puerile or even unpalatable. But Debbie knew this was just a front, or suspected it was, at any rate. 

It was the summer of 1984, when both girls were sixteen, when Jessie came out of her shell more than she had ever done before. Debbie and Jessie were to have a sleepover at Debbie's house on the Friday night. They had rented a movie, Debbie's mom had ordered some pizza for them to share, and so they sat on Debbie's bed laughing, joking about the day and the week's activities at school, eating their pizza. Unexpectedly, Jessie turned to Debbie with a serious expression on her face and asked her directly, "Debbie, what's wrong with me?" "What do you mean? Nothing's wrong with you, silly!" "No, I mean with boys. Why am I so timid, why don't I like guys?" "Don't you like guys? Are you sure you're not just nervous?" "I...I don't know, Debs. I just don't know." "Well, do you like girls?" "NO!!" Jessie laughingly squealed. "At least...no! No I don't. I don't think so. I just don't know. I really just don't feel much of anything about anyone." "Well..." "Debs," Jessie's expression had turned from serious to sad, her eyes mournful and were beginning to tear up, Debbie noticed, "Debs, what if all the guys are right? I don't want to be left out; I don't want to be different. I don't want... don't want to...to be a... alone" she stammered, "Honey, you won't, you're not" "But Debs., what if all the guys are right? What if I am, am fr...fri...frigid?" she finally got out, through her sobs. Debbie leaned in to her best friend, wrapped her arms around, and held her, rocking her gently, kissing her hair as Jessie bawled into her shoulder. Soon Debbie's hair and neck were wet with Jessie's tears. Jessie's sobs gradually subsided, her breathing returning to normal with just the occasional hitch as she inhaled. When Jessie was done, only then did Debbie release her hold of her friend and handed her a Kleenex so the brunette could wipe the tears from her eyes. Debbie chuckled at her friend's newly refashioned make up, with streaks all down her cheeks, but quickly held Jessie's face and kissed her tenderly on the forehead. "Jessie, you're my best friend, I love you, I adore you." "I know, I love you too, Debs" "Now you listen to me" "O...OK" "There is absolutely nothing wrong with you, do you hear me?" "Yes, but.... so why don't I believe it? Why do I feel so much like a, a freak?" "Jessica Dawn! You are NOT a freak, do you hear me?" "Yes...b" "You are a beautiful, vivacious, bubbly, loveable girl. Did I mention beautiful?" Jessie smiled "Yes, I think you did" "Good, coz you are. You are my best friend and I love you. Just give it time. Stop punishing yourself" "Yes, mom" Jessie quipped "Oh, would you quit?!" Debbie laughed "Well, you were the one who called me Jessica Dawn! Not even my real mom calls me that, except occasionally when she's really mad at me" Jessie was smiling a little more easily now. "But seriously, Debs, why do I clam up whenever boys show me any kind of interest? It's almost like I feel annoyed at their interest. And I really am annoyed, pissed even, when they leer at me" "I dunno, hon. I really don't. Do you find guys attractive?" "Well, kinda, yeah. I guess. I just don't know. It seems like I'm not attracted to anyone. I mean, I can tell that a guy is kinda good looking an'all, but, I'm never really sure if that's because all the other girls think he is too, or whether I really do think he is." "What about girls?" At this, Jessie flushed a little. "Well, I can recognize a beautiful girl, sure, of course. Who can't? But that doesn't make me a lezzie. Does it?" "No hon, but it could be you are gay, though." "I'm NOT a lezzie. I'm not a fucking dyke, I'm NOT!" "OK, sweetie, ok. It doesn't matter, really it doesn't. I'll love you just the same regardless. " "I know. It's just... I dunno. I just don't know, Debs." "Well, why don't you just go out for a couple of dates with some guys, just to see, you know, how you get along and stuff? It could just be that you haven't met the right guy. Or given the right guy a chance. How will you know unless you try?" "Well...maybe" "Hey!!! I have a GREAT idea! Why don't we go out on a double date? I'll drag bring Rob, he's been itching to take me out for a while, and you invite some other guy. What about Tom? Or, well you choose. Either accept the next offer, or, just ask the guy yourself. Whaddya think? That way I'll be there too. Would that make you feel more comfortable?" "Maybe. 'S worth a shot, I guess"

The next weekend, that's exactly what happened. Jessie and Tom, Rob and Debbie all went to the movies together. And the weekend after that, Tom and Jessie went out together by themselves. It seemed like Jessie was enjoying herself, but after that she declined any further dates. She told Debbie that she just feel any chemistry, that she really didn't feel any stirrings or feelings for poor Tom. 

After that, however, things took a nosedive for Jessie. Word soon got to her that the talk in the boys' locker-room was that Tom had fucked her, when in reality, all she had let him do was kiss her and fondle her boobs through her top.

She was hurt, pissed and, while she did not previously have reason to claim all men were jerks, she felt justified in her claims now. Within a few days she had signed up for the school's feminist group, dyed her hair purple and had it cut into a Mohawk, and bought herself a "This is what a feminist looks like" T-shirt, which she proudly wore to school until it about started falling off her back in pieces.

She finished out her high school career without dating another guy, still a virgin, and enrolled in Kansas University, to study to become a pharmacist, taking her far away from Philadelphia for an extended period the first time in her life. Debbie, her life-long friend and closest confidant, had enrolled into UCLA, about as far away from Kansas as it was possible to be. So Jessie prepared for university at Kansas, the only one in her class heading to the Sunflower State. It was to prove a revelation to her, and shocked everyone, including Debbie, her parents, Drew and, most especially her, when she met Jeff.

Ch.4 Jeff

Jessie took to university life like the proverbial duck to water. She quickly became friendly with her dorm room mate, Alice, a slender, olive-skinned girl, who was a sophomore, of Indian heritage who had lived her entire life in neighboring Missouri. While they were sociable, they were hardly inseparable as she and Debbie had been. 

But her life changed direction when she met Jeff on campus. He was a 6'0" slender, dark haired young man, a freshman like her, and looked hopelessly lost. He was dressed in tailored jeans and a neatly ironed, crimson polo shirt. He was, quite simply, stunningly handsome. She met him as she was entering the Union building. She didn't so much meet him as run into him, quite literally. As she breezed through the door, long hippie-style purple skirt flowing behind her, he was wandering around the lobby looking at signs, looking for any sign to indicate which way he should be going, not looking where he was going, and walked right into her. 

"Jesus! Don't you look where you are going?" "I'm so sorry, I was just looking....ah, hey maybe you know. I'm trying to find my way to Wescoe Hall. You wouldn't happen to know how to get there would you?" "Actually, I do, I'm heading that way in just a few. I just have to go get some books from downstairs. If you don't mind waiting a few minutes. I can take you there if you like?" Her response while music to Jeff's ears, totally stunned Jessie. Shaking her head to clear her it, her initial thought after making the offer was "What the fuck?! What am I doing?" But she had made the offer now, and it would seem rude to the point of callousness to withdraw it now, so, having completed her purchase at the bookstore, she led him to Wescoe Hall, as promised. On the way to the Hall, Jeff introduced himself and tried his best to engage Jessie in conversation. A task which appeared to him, to be a futile effort on his part: Jessie was somewhat monosyllabic in her responses. As they reached Wescoe, he stopped her, touching her lightly on the arm, saying, "Look, I'm sorry about walking into you. I'm not normally so inattentive, and you've been kind enough to bring me here. At least let me repay your kindness by letting me buy you dinner, or even a coffee, this evening?" Jessie again surprised herself, first in enjoying the physical contact from Jeff, and secondly in accepting his offer. What was this? After four years of proclaiming that all men were jerks -- her father and brother excluded -- here she was accepting an offer of a date from this well dressed, handsome young man. Debbie would be stunned, Jessie thought to herself. And she was right

After spending the entire evening with him, first at a local favorite, one of the many coffee houses in the thriving downtown Lawrence, where they talked incessantly until the early hours of the morning, they then removed themselves to his nearby apartment at his suggestion where they continued talking for the remainder of the night. Finally, exhausted, they fell asleep on the couch and Jessie awoke the next morning with sunlight streaming through the window, with her head on Jeff's surprisingly muscular chest, despite his slender physique, and his arm wrapped protectively around her. While they remained fully clothed, she looked up at the features of his relaxed, sleeping face and basked in the warmth of his body, of his closeness. And to her amazement and relief, she felt an unfamiliar tingling all over her body, but especially in her loins. As she continued to lie in his arms, she could feel her panties getting moist and the faint, but undeniable musky smell of her arousal permeating the room.


Jessie's Homecoming



Gradually, he stirred, his eyes flickered open and he looked down at Jessie who was looking up at him, and he smiled his gorgeous smile, the kind of smile that is centered in the eyes, stretches down across his lips and lights up his entire face. Stretching herself up to meet him, she kissed him gently on the lips, thanked him for such a wonderful night and excused herself as she need to return to her dorm to get showered and ready for the remainder of the day. "At least let me drive you home," begged the recumbent Jeff "Oh, no, but thank you. You've already done more than enough. Besides, my car is still right round the corner where I left it by the coffee shop." "Well, if you're sure?" "I am. Thank you." "Will I see you again?" "Oh I'm sure we'll run into each other again sooner or later," she grinned. "That's not quite what I meant." "I know, I'm sorry," she laughingly told him. "I just couldn't resist!" "Well, aside from jokes about my clumsiness, which, in truth, OK, I deserved, will I?" "I think so, yes. I would like that," came her response.

The following evening, being a Friday, Jeff picked Jessie up from her dormitory and took her to a new, Italian restaurant that had just opened up in town. Jessie had never eaten Italian before, though she was willing to try anything once. Or so she thought.

The two of them enjoyed a lovely evening of spaghetti, rich spaghetti sauce and red wine. Jessie could feel the effects of the wine. Although she liked to drink, and was often seen partying with the best of them over the weekends with her numerous girlfriends, she didn't often drink wine. But, the effects of the wine, which went straight to her head, lessened her sense of awkwardness. As she and Jeff walked into the rather nice restaurant, she couldn't help but notice a number of the patrons look at her somewhat startled with her purple Mohawk, and for a while she felt decidedly conspicuous. Jeff's lively conversation, together with the wine, eased her nerves and relaxed her nicely. After their meal and much more talking, Jeff suggested they return to his apartment again, to which she eagerly agreed. 

As they drove back across town, however, she began to feel a little apprehensive. Although she had enjoyed the previous evening with Jeff at the coffee shop and his apartment, she felt an undeniable sense of unease. Jeff noticed her relative silence, and asked if she was ok. "Oh yeah, it's just the wine. I'm just not used to it," Jessie fibbed. Inside, her stomach had tied itself in knots. Once through the door to Jeff's apartment, they both collapsed on his couch, though she sidled into the corner somewhat. "Jessie, are you sure you're alright?" he enquired, genuinely concerned, it seemed. "Yes, I'm fine. Just, well, you know" Jessie said, trying her best to remain calm and nonchalant, whilst evading his questioning as best she could. "Well, ok, as long as you're sure," and with that he trailed his arm round her neck and shoulders. Oh god, here it comes she thought. He pulled her into him and tried to relax her, rubbing her gently on her neck and upper shoulders, but the only effect it had was to set her on edge even more and, frankly, annoy her. 

As they sat and chatted, Jessie did her best to relax, and even succeeded somewhat.

Startling her, Jeff jumped up and about ran into the kitchen, coming back with two full glasses of more wine, and the half empty bottle, which he placed on the lamp table beside his end of the couch. "I know what'll relax you," he said, "let's have some more wine?" She started to protest, but took the glass anyway. 

She drank from the glass, sipping it, not wanting to get too much of a buzz at this stage, but her nerves were apparently worse than she realized. Within ten minutes, her glass was empty while Jeff's was barely touched. "More?" he asked, even as he refilled her glass. "Umm, I guess so, thanks"

Jeff got up once more, dimmed the lights, put on a cassette into the stereo and soft piano music filled the room. Strangely, the only thought that occurred to her as she felt her head swim from the wine, was how remarkable it was that, for all his charm and style, he still had an old cassette playing stereo, not a CD in sight.

Jeff sat down, returning his right arm behind her shoulders and leant in to her to kiss her. All Jessie could feel was his lips on hers and then his left hand roughly fondling her right breast though her thin top, squeezing her, massaging her in a way that wasn't pleasurable at all. Jessie froze. She tried to ask him to stop, but with his lips still planted firmly on hers, all that came out was a muffled groan. When he finally came up for air, she tried again. "Jeff, Jeff, please? Please Jeff.....oh god, oh god, no...." Jeff's hands were pulling her shirt over her head, as Jessie moaned, trying her best to fight the effects of the wine and whatever else may or may not have been in it. She tried to crane her neck to see if he had drunk any more of his wine, but she couldn't see his glass. Finally, with all the determination she could muster, she called out to him "Jeff!! Jeff, please, STOP now! Stop, stop, please stop! Oh please, oh please stop," her voice trailing into sobs as she continued to beg him to stop. Jeff, pausing at her pleas looked up, and seeing the fear in her eyes and the tears running down her cheeks, pulled himself off her and stared at her. "Jessie, what is it? I thought...." "Please no, no, please no, just don't, ok? Just take me home" Jessie wailed.

Jeff got up, handed Jessie her shirt, which she fumbled her way into, and drove her home in silence. All the way, she sat with her knees hugged up against her chest, her breath still racked from her sobs, and trembled like a leaf. When they reached her dormitory, without saying a word, Jessie let her self out, shut the car door and, without once looking back, ran through the door into her dormitory. 

Thankfully, Alice was out, and Jessie simply collapsed into bed, hugged her pillow and sobbed herself to sleep.

Ch. 5 Alice

When Jessie awoke the next morning, her head hurt like a semi had driven through and reversed up, just for good measure. Alice was already up and had already brewed some coffee. The tall, skinny Alice was insanely slender, with long shapely legs that stretched from the floor all the way up to her petite ass, while her straight black hair hung down half way down her back. Her boobs, like the rest of her, were petite, but perfectly proportioned to the rest of her stunning figure. Her olive colored face with its big, almond shaped hazel eyes was usually brought to life by her amazing, smile. But this morning, as she looked at her still fully-clothed room mate as Jessie lay on her bed, still barely awake, with a look of concern splashed all over her pretty face. "Jessie? What happened? You look awful, and you were sobbing in your sleep when I came in. Would you like to talk about it? Here, have some coffee, good and strong, just how you like it, right?" "Ohh, my head! Thanks, yes, you're an angel," Jessie managed as she sat up slowly and reached for the proffered steaming mug of black coffee. "I'm not sure. I...I'm really not sure what did happen" "Well, you went out with that Jeff, didn't you? Where did you go?" "He took me to that new Italian downtown, just off campus," began Jessie, still trying to gather her bearings. "Do you have any cigarettes? I'm not sure what happened to mine, and I'm dying for one right now." "Sure, here." "Tell you what, why don't you drink your coffee, have your smoke and then get showered and dressed and tell me all about it. You'll feel so much better once you're clean and got a fresh set of clothes on." "Ohh, goodness, my head. Yes, you're right. Thanks." This latter in gratitude for the two ibuprofens that Alice offered the brunette.

Once she had downed her coffee and smoked the cigarette clear down to the butt, Jessie stripped off her clothes, donned her bath robe and headed down the hallway for the shower. While she was no prude, as Jessie walked barefoot down the hallway in her women only dorm, it occurred to her that she had never before stripped naked quite so openly in front of Alice. While it was hardly a striptease, still, a strange look had crossed Alice's features that Jessie couldn't quite place. A full twenty minutes later, after a thorough soak under the invigorating steams of water from the shower head, her hair clean from having stood under the shower for a full five minutes followed by a thorough lathering in coconut aroma shampoo, conditioned and partially dried, Jessie wasn't quite feeling on top of the world, but certainly felt much more alive than she had half an hour ago. Reentering the room she shared with the beautiful Alice, she started to remove her bathrobe when Alice stopped her. Gently placing her slender fingers on over Jessie's own fingers, Alice felt a jolt, like electricity course through her body. "Honey, why don't you leave that on? Just lay down on your bed and I'll massage your cares away while you tell me all about last night" "Umm, ok" "just loosen it at the front and lay face down, I'll start on your legs and back" "OK, thanks" Jessie mumbled, still reeling form the jolt she received from the contact with Alice.

Doing as she was bid, Jessie laid, face down on the bed. Alice started rubbing her slender but surprisingly strong fingers into the soles of Jessie's feet. "Oh, umm, wow! That feels good!" "OK, good, now, start from when Jeff picked you up" Before Jessie recounted the experiences of the previous night, she timidly started by explaining her very limited experience with men, or with dating, period. All the while, Alice worked her magic fingers into the soles of Jessie's feet, then on up her right calf and the back of her knee, followed by her left calf and knee. Jessie's sad tale was interspersed with occasional moans as Alice continued her wonderful assault on her evermore relaxed muscles. Lifting the back of Jessie's bathrobe clear up to the crease of her butt cheeks, Alice's fingers continued up the back and inside of Jessie's right thigh. Jessie's moans grew more frequent and lingered longer on her lips as Alice's finger tips moved inexorably up her inner thigh towards her pussy. Jessie could feel her pussy moistening. Subconsciously, Jessie opened her legs wider give the olive skinned beauty access to her sex. Alice's fingers stopped just shy of their target, and made the same journey up her left thigh. As Alice's fingers again neared Jessie's throbbing outer labia, again her legs widened. Unseen and unheard by Jessie, Alice smiled and breathed in the heady aroma of Jessie's arousal.

Stealing herself to take things slowly, she moved her hands up to Jessie's butt cheeks, taking both globes, one in each hand and massaging them gently. Jessie's moans were coming almost continuously now, having forgotten about the tale she had been trying to tell.

Jessie's moans stopped abruptly with a squeal of delight and surprise when Alice licked her along the entire length of Jessie's butt crack and sealed it by biting first her left, then her right cheek, causing Jessie to yelp, then soothed the sudden pain by licking her bite marks as Jessie returned to her moans. 

Alice continued licking, kissing teasing Jessie's cheeks as her hands moved up Jessie's back. Repositioning herself so she could reach up to Jessie's shoulders, Alice straddled Jessie's butt. Jessie couldn't understand, just for a moment, why she was feeling moisture at the point where Alice's body touched her butt, then, embarrassed by her own naivety, she turned her head to look at her companion to see that she was, indeed, stark naked. "Oh my god, Alice, ohhh, ummm, oh god that feels wonderful" Alice dug her fingers into the brunette's shoulders, massaging them deeply, so much so it almost hurt, but felt amazing. "Good god, Alice, when did you learn how to do this?" "Many years of practice, my dear," came her reply, "Now, robe off and turn over. Other side" "Yes ma'am!" On lying back down on the bed, face up, now equally naked, Jessie looked up at Alice in all her naked, ravishing beauty. "Oh my, Alice! You're, you're ... wow! You're gorgeous. Breathtaking! Why had I not noticed you before now?" "By the sounds of it, you weren't sure what you were even looking for. Now hush, and enjoy" "Ummm, ohhh, yes Ma'am!" as Alice again straddled Jessie, pushing the recumbent woman's arms clear up above her head and started alternately massaging and kissing her pits, massaging up her upper arms, all the way up to Jessie's palms and finger tips. 

In this position, to reach Jessie's fingers, Alice had to lean clean over her, so her small, but perfectly formed, olive colored boobs dangled right over Jessie's face. Much as she wanted to, and she did desperately want to lift her head up and suck on the erect nipples with their huge, but beautiful dark areolas. But the older woman was pinning her to the bed while she continued her ministrations on Jessie's hands. Continuing to hold her down, Alice took Jessie's right hand and sucked hard along the length of each finger in turn, then kissing and licking her way down the entire length of Jessie's arm. She then repeated the procedure on her left hand and arm "Ohh, oh my god! Alice, Jesus, Alice, oh god, that feels so good! Ummm!"

Jessie's pussy was sopping wet, her lips positively quivering with desire, and Alice hadn't even touched her center yet, nor even her engorged nipples or breasts. Jessie's entire body felt like it was aflame with sensation, sensations she had never in her life felt, not like this. She felt she was going to come without Alice even touching her pussy.

And then it happened. Alice flattened her body hard against Jessie's, their boobs pressing against each other's. Jessie could feel Alice's diamond hard nipples pushing against her own boobs, she could feel Alice's neatly trimmed bush against her own pulsating lips, as Alice started licking her way from Jessie's left ear lobe, along the length of her jawbone, round to the right ear lobe and back, finally just grazing Jessie lips with her own. Their kisses were sensual, gentle, loving. And utterly breathtaking. 

Alice ground her pussy into the younger woman's as their kissing became more passionate. When Jessie felt Alice's tongue gently probing between her lips, and she opened her mouth to let her in, she exploded. She came like she had never come before as the orgasm racked her entire body. Jessie shrieked as her body spasmed, her hack arched like she was going to fold herself in half. All the time, Alice continued to grind her pussy into hers, and continued her tongue continued to fuck her mouth. 

Jessie's breath, very ragged and uneven, gradually returned to normal as she slowly came back down to earth. But Alice wasn't done yet. Not even.

Releasing her invasion of Jessie's mouth, Alice started back up licking her jaw bone, moving down her neck to her shoulders. Lifting herself off the younger woman, who had a fresh sheen of sweat covering her, Alice moved her hands gently down Jessie's torso, seeking out their target with well trained accuracy, first gently caressing the undersides of Jessie boobs. Her hands were followed quickly by those sensuous lips, as Alice took first one, then the other nipple into her mouth, sucking each nipple hard into her mouth, biting onto Jessie's nub sharply, and, as she had done with her butt, then soothed the pain to new heights of sensitivity with her gentle licks and sucks. While she sucked, bit and nursed on one boob, Alice continued to massage the other. "Oh god, Alice, you are, ohhhh, god, amazing, ummmm, ohhh, please, don't, don't stop, oh god that feels, ummmmm, ohhh, yessss".

Alice, once she had sated her need to suckle Jessie's beautiful boobs, continued her journey southward with her mouth, licking her way down Jessie's heaving stomach, pausing to tongue-fuck her navel before continuing on to her target: Jessie's throbbing, pulsating, engorged pussy. As she reached her target, Jessie was frantic with desire to feel this seductress' tongue on, in her pussy, for release. Instead, Alice teased her some more, licking along her inner thighs, around her pussy, then breathing hot breath on Jessie's engorged clit, which had protruded so far out of its hood that it looked ready to blast itself into orbit.

Alice continued to tease her lover with her hot breath over her clit, as she slowly entered her very gently with first one, then two fingers. Her fingers barely inside the opening of Jessie's vaginal opening, she crossed them and corkscrewed them around, just inside her opening and then lowered her mouth onto Jessie's clit. Once more, Jessie erupted.

"Oh JesUS H CHRIST! Oh god, oh god, oh jeesus, Alice, ohhhhhhhh, god ohhhh, ummmmmmm" came her shriek, tears streaming down her cheeks as she appeared to levitate almost a foot off the bed as she spasmed so hard, for so long, she had difficulty breathing. Alice continued to suck on her clit, riding wave after wave of spasms as Jessie's hips tried to buck her, but she held on until Jessie started easing off, releasing her clit, sliding out of her, gently kissing her pussy lips as she came back down, allowing her a safe and happy landing.

When Jessie's breathing finally returned to normal, Alice moved back up her body, held her in her arms and tenderly kissed her on her mouth once more. Tasting herself on Alice's lips, Jessie looked into Alice's smiling, tender eyes, "That was amazing, Alice. Oh my god, was that amazing?" Alice's response was simply to smile, "Shhh" her and gently kissed her again. "I, I should do the same for you" "Later -- there's plenty of time. No rush" "But I want to" "I know. Later, "smiled Alice.

Ch. 6 Endgame

From that point on Alice and Jessie did indeed become inseparable. Jessie had so many questions, but with her usual calm tenderness, Alice simply urged patience as they explored each other, physically, emotionally, spiritually and learned all there was to know about each other. And Jessie proved to be a quick and agile student, exploring evey inch of Alice's body in intimate detail and with dlightful results, fo r both women.

Jessie learned about Alice's background and family. Alice had known she was gay most of her life and, despite her family's East Indian heritage, her parents had been remarkably supportive and understanding when she came out. They had known, or at least suspected, for many years. 

Over the course of the year, Alice and Jessie spent hours upon hours talking up a storm, studying together, making love frequently. Jessie, feeling she had some lost time to make up for, became the horniest woman on campus, or seemingly so, but always for just one woman: Alice, her very own beauty queen. 

Whenever Alice walked into the room, Jessie swore, she brightened the room better than any ray of sunlight ever could. For her part, Alice worshipped Jessie. Her angel, she called her, because of her angelic looks, sure, but mostly for her innocent, total love for the older woman. At Christmas, both girls travelled to Philadelphia where Jessie introduced her to both her family and to Debbie, who had also returned with her new beau in tow. Far from the negative reaction from her family and friend that Jessie feared, all were simply relieved that she had finally found first herself, secondly happiness and, by no means least, Alice, whom they quickly came to adore. 

After Christmas, they made the trip back down to Missouri to meet Alice's family before heading back to Lawrence where they moved out of their dorm and took up residence in their own apartment. While they knew the future held no guarantees, they were also sure that provided they remained together, and continued to love each other, there would be happy.

They finished their education together and decided to remain in Kansas, where, they remain and, next year, they plan on tying the knot. Jeff remained at KU his friendship with Jessie was strained at best during their time there. Mush to his surprise, he has been invited to the ceremony. But, Jessie explained to him, had it not been for that frightful night, Alice and she may never have truly found each other. It may be a civil union, but to them, the name matters not. They found their dream, somewhere over the rainbow.




Jessie's Homecoming



And after all, there really is No Place Like Home

Dedicated to Jen & Ash, 10.10.10

© Jessica Deamer, 2010