What a decadent picture they made... two sweaty lovers clinging to each other like shipwreck survivors, amidst a severely rumpled bed that looked like a tornado had swept through it. How had it come to this, she thought dreamily.
Jess' upbringing had been sheltered, mainly because just after she hit puberty, her parents noticed all the leering, lascivious stares that men were giving her. Normally, being an attractive brunette would have been enough to warrant their attention. But along with her shapely figure, all Jess had to do was bat her baby blue eyes in a male's direction and they were instantly captivated.
She moved away from home when she started college, leaving behind her worried parents. What a joyous and liberating experience it had been for her. Released from the burden of their shelter at last, she made many new friendships and went to so many wild parties that it was a natural conclusion that she'd finally lose her virginity. Applying herself nevertheless to her studies, she graduated with honours and established herself in the business community.
Shortly thereafter, she met her boyfriend Mick. He seemed so knowledgeable and possessed such an air of confidence that it was easy to be drawn into his charm. However, they had dated for a while before she realized that he was harbouring an arrogant, vindictive nature. He took great pleasure in publicly humiliating people and never missed an opportunity to slander someone's character, if they dared to have a difference of opinion. She would have left Mick if it weren't for one thing... his brother Jake.
Jake and Mick were roommates and she often thought to herself that if there were such a thing as a dream man, Jake would definitely have been it. He was tall, dark, and handsome, with the most extraordinary Caribbean Sea coloured eyes, but in spite of his good looks, he was unusually modest and quiet. He kept such a tight rein on his emotions, yet she sensed a smoldering volcano of passion lying dormant within him. He aroused her, both mentally and physically, and the wistful hope that one day he would unleash his ravenous need on her plagued her dreams.
If Jake had ever given her any inkling that he was interested, she would have gladly dumped Mick in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, he seemed to go out of his way to avoid her when they happened to be alone, and every once in a while she'd catch him staring at her with an indecipherable expression. The closer she tried to get to him, the further he would withdraw, and it frustrated her to no end. She knew the situation was hopeless but she couldn't leave, he seemed to have such a strange hold over her.
So, one night Mick asked her to stay over but then was called away on business. He wasn't sure how long he'd be gone so he asked, or rather ordered, Jess to stay and she grudgingly accepted. Heading towards the bathroom to put away her toiletries, she thought she was alone until she heard her name. Cautiously proceeding, she paused outside the partially open bathroom door, and peeked inside. To her astonishment, Jake was frantically stroking himself. His eyes were clenched shut, his pants were opened just enough to allow his turgid length freedom, and he was so focused, moaning her name over and over. Fascinated, she watched him until her shock wore off, then quietly tiptoed back to Mick's room. She couldn't believe what she saw! Was that why he was always so aloof? He wanted her and it was making him feel guilty? Sinking weakly to the bed, a wonderfully luminous smile lit her face.
Later that evening, they shared a pizza in complete silence, both of them deep in thought. Every once in a while, Jess would glance up and catch Jake staring at her, with his usual unfathomable expression. Definitely feeling more confident since her revelation, she watched him wipe his mouth with a napkin and couldn't resist teasing him. Leaning forward, her braless breasts swung heavily in the thin t-shirt that she was wearing. She brushed a finger across the corner of his mouth and held it in front of him for his inspection. 'You missed a spot' she murmured, waiting for him to open his mouth and suck the sauce off her finger. His eyes darkened and his breathing picked up slightly but he refused to oblige. Shrugging, she brought the finger to her lips, licked it delicately, and then slid it into her mouth while boldly holding his gaze. 'Mmm, delicious. You should wear sauce more often. I'd be more than happy to lick it off for you.' She grinned when he audibly groaned.
Her gaze dropped from his eyes to his mouth.
What delectable lips he has
, she thought. They were so inviting and she couldn't resist the urge to sample them. Getting up, she sauntered over to him. Placing her hands on the arms of his chair, she pressed her breasts against him, her hardened nipples stabbing his chest. She leaned forward and slowly nibbled on his lower lip, enjoying the texture and taste of him. He shoved her away so suddenly that she staggered back, struggling to regain her balance. His eyes held an unusual expression... was that fear? 'I was just cleaning off more sauce for you' she lied smoothly.
He got up, visibly shaking as he turned away, but before he could hide it, she noticed the bulge in his pants. 'When are you going to let go and just give in to your needs, Jake?' she called out, before he could escape.
With a roughened voice, he mumbled, 'I don't know what you're talking about, Jess. Make sure everything is locked up, I'm going to bed.'
A few hours later, she was lying in Mick's bed and couldn't get the image of Jake masturbating out of her mind. The more she thought about him, the wetter she got, her pussy aching for him. Jerking into a sitting position, she thought,
why not go for it? He obviously wanted her and she most definitely wanted him, so why not put themselves out of their misery?
Opening the closet, she pulled out a skimpy peach nightie that Mick had bought her a while ago. She couldn't bring herself to wear something so revealing for Mick but felt no such qualms with Jake. Slipping into it, she stood in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection. The sheer material certainly seemed to be draping around her curvaceous figure lovingly. It reached the top of her sleek thighs and was held up by two thin straps. The plunging bodice could barely contain her firm breasts. Smiling, she smoothed her palms down her body, then ran them through her thick, wavy hair.
Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she crept towards Jake's room. Silently opening his door, she leaned against the doorjamb and gazed at him. He was lying on his bed naked, apparently asleep, the sheets tangled around his feet. To her delight, he was still sporting that impressive hardon. Just the sight of him caused her to throb unbearably.
As if sensing her presence, his eyes opened and he glanced over at her. Smiling shyly, she slowly started running her hand up and down her body, sliding over every dip and curve. Hungrily, he stared at her, taking in her very skimpy attire and the luscious body that it had no hope of hiding. When her movements caused the material to rise, briefly displaying her trimmed mound, he groaned softly.
Emboldened by his response, she walked into his room and straddled his lap. That's when he seemed to rouse from his trance-like state.
'Jess, what the fuck do you think you're doing?!' He tried shoving her off but she stubbornly grabbed a hold of him and hung on, feeling him freeze beneath her when the little tussle caused one of her breasts to burst free of its confinement. Smiling, she lifted his hand and placed it over her naked breast, which he couldn't seem to resist squeezing.
