Friday evening found me standing at Jessika's door, bouquet of flowers in hand. Other than some texting, I had not spoken with my thirty-one-year-old lover since our phone call on Tuesday night. That call had been prompted by my younger lover, twenty-year-old Jessi, emailing Jessika about altering my plans with the older woman for Steak and a Blowjob Day, a 'holiday' I had not even known existed until Jessika had brought it up to me a few weeks back. Jessi had suggested either meeting up with me on Friday afternoon before I went to Jessika's for dinner, or alternatively the three of us being together.
I was not at all surprised that Jessika shot down both those suggestions. She did not want me to be with Jessi before our evening together, and she certainly was not going to share that night, or any other time, with any woman, let alone her younger rival. I had been a little surprised, however, that Jessika had not canceled our plans after Jessi contacted her. But I was very happy she had not done so.
"Hey there handsome," Jessika said when she opened the door, looking alluring in a gray, low-cut sweater, tight faded blue jeans, and black boots. "And flowers? Wow. You must really want that steak. Or is it the after-dinner blowjob you're looking forward to more?"
"Would you think less of me if I said it was the latter, Squeaker?"
"Fuck no, Mark," the curvy brunette laughed before drawing me in for a hug and a kiss. "That's what I'm looking forward to too."
"How are you feeling," I asked as Jessika carried the flowers into her kitchen. She had been suffering through a urinary tract infection for the last several days.
"Much better, thanks," she called back as she filled a vase with water. "But this is only day five of my imposed celibacy. So, nothing below the waist for me until Monday, at the earliest."
"Do you want a set a date for then?" I asked, moving behind her and grasping her flowing hips. "Maybe I can make you dinner at my place?"
"It's St. Patrick's Day, and I have plans with friends," my lover sighed, pushing her bottom against my groin even as she placed the flowers in the vase. "Let's just focus on right now, and right now it's all about you."
"I would love to make it about you too," I murmured as I kissed the back of her neck and brought my hands up to squeeze her large, firm bosom.
"Fuck, I wish we could," the brunette sighed, putting her hands over mine. "But I can't. And really, I shouldn't. I'm still pissed about the shit with Jessi."
"Not pissed enough to call off tonight," I pointed out, my grip on her breasts tightening.
"Nope," she groaned, reaching back with one hand and grasping my hair. "But you have to stop what you're doing right now. It's not fair, since we can't fuck."
"Sorry," I whispered, letting go of her chest and backing away from her.
"So am I," she said, turning to face me, face flushed. "Now, go sit. I'll bring your steak to you."
***
After dinner was finished and Jessika had cleared the table, she took me by the hand and led me to her living room, shutting off the kitchen lights as we left. We stopped in front of her couch, but neither of us sat. Instead, we were locked in an embrace, kissing.
"I'm guessing you want me on my knees, right?" she asked me between kisses.
"Yes," was all I was able to say before her tongue was back in my mouth.
"God, I want you to fuck me so bad," the brunette sighed, pushing me away a little. "I've been soaked all day thinking about this. But nothing I can do for it."
"I'm sorry, babe."
"Don't you be. You're supposed to just sit back and enjoy tonight. So, sit down."
I sat on the couch while Jessika used the remote to turn on the TV. I was surprised by this until I saw she had started a video of a fire in a fireplace. She gave me a grin, then turned out all the lights so that the video of the fire was the only light.
"I wish it was warm as a real fire," the brunette told me as she sat on my lap. "But since it isn't, we'll have to make our own heat."
My only response was to kiss my lover. But it did not last long. She put her hands on my chest and pushed me until my back was firmly against the couch.
"You want me naked?" she purred, gray eyes locked on mine.
"Yes," I rasped, suddenly aware my breathing was growing ragged.
"Do you want just my mouth or my tits too?"
"I want all of you, Jessika. Whatever you are willing and able to give."
"Fuck, Mark," the curvy brunette moaned, a shiver running through her body. "That's the best and worst thing you could have said."
"How so?" I asked as I took hold of her sweater and drew it upward.
"Best because it makes me want you enough to drive all my concerns about other shit out of my head," she explained as her top came off her upraised arms. "Worst because I can't fuck you after I blow you, and I want to fuck you really, really badly right now."
"Should I just sit here quietly then," I asked her, reaching around to try to find the clasp to her bra.
"In the front," she breathed, moving my hand between her breasts. "It's in the front of this bra. And no, you don't have to be quiet. Tell me what you want."
"You," I grinned, finally figuring out how the clasp worked and freeing her amazing chest. "All of you."
"I hate you right now," she whined, kissing my forehead while I licked and sucked her hard, thick nipples.
"Well, I, um..."
The brunette kissed me, stopping my proclamation of love before it could leave my mouth. For a moment I wondered if she had known what I was about to say, but then she slid off my lap to her knees and mouthed by erection through my jeans
"Do you want to take your jeans off?" I asked her as she started unfastening mine.
"No," she shook her head. "I changed my mind about being naked. The more that's between you and my pussy right now, the better. I don't trust myself, or you for that matter."
"I will not do anything bad for you, Jessika," I assured her, stroking her wavy, chocolate brown hair.
"Oh, yes you would, if it's what I wanted," she replied, staring up at me.
I was about to protest, but at that point, the lovely brunette was able to pull my pants and underwear down enough for my penis to stand free. Without another word, she sucked me into her mouth and slurped on the head of my shaft.
"Jessika, do you mind if I take my clothes off?" I asked her. "So, I will be more comfortable."
The woman nodded, then let my penis fall from her mouth. I stood in front of her, removing my shirt while she started on my shoes.
"You do not have to do that," I told her, but she did not listen.
Within seconds, the brunette had both my shoes and socks off and had started working my pants down my legs. I helped her, stepping out of my pants just as she stood up.
"Give me a second, okay?"
"Sure," I replied, and the brunette gave me a quick kiss before hurrying to her room.
I sat and waited, hoping she would not be long. And she was not. After maybe two minutes at the most, Jessika reemerged wearing my blue dress shirt that I had given her, which was opened all the way, showing off the inside curves of her breasts as well as blue lace panties a couple of shades darker than the shirt.
"I thought you wanted more between us," I teased my lover as she knelt in front of me again.
"Yeah, but I seem to recall you liking this look on me," she grinned, pulling the shirt wider open so that it fell on either side of her large bosom.
"God yes," I replied, taking a breast in each hand and kneading them.
"A little less of you doing that, Mark," Jessika moaned, moving my hands from her chest. "And more of me sucking your cock."
With those words, she wrapped her lips around my shaft and started sucking and licking the top half of me, her head bobbing at a slow, steady pace. With a heavy sigh, I sunk back into the couch, my hands playing with her soft hair as her talented mouth worked on my now throbbing erection.
Just as I was starting to worry it would all be over too soon, Jessika let me fall from her mouth. She kissed the tip once, then rose up higher and pushed her breasts around me. Giving me a wink, my lover moved her bosom up and down, rubbing my shaft.
"That is fantastic," I groaned.
"Yeah, you like?" she smiled.
"Yes."
"Not really Steak and a Titty Fuck Day, though, so don't come from this or I'll have to start all over again."
"That's probably not the deterrent you intend it to be, Jessika," I moaned, my arousal level shooting up at her words.
"Oh, I know what I'm doing. Now, give me your hand."
The brunette let go of her right breast and held out her hand to me. She did not stop rubbing me with her left breast, even as she grasped my hand, brought it to her lips, and sucked two fingers into her warm, wet mouth. I grunted at the sensation of her lips and tongue on my digits, then moaned again as she moved her right hand back down to her bosom and pushed her breasts tight around my erection again.
"God, Jessika," I groaned as she started bouncing up and down, her bosom sliding up and down my whole shaft as she sucked my fingers the same way she had done with my penis earlier. "If you keep that up, I will not be able to stop..."
Smoldering gray eyes locked on me, the brunette applied even more suction to my fingers, taking then all the way in her mouth as she wiggled her tongue along their length. I shuddered then erupted between her firm, augmented breasts. She had been on a downstroke at the time, so the head of my penis was exposed between her cleavage. The first spurt shot upward and landed on her cheek. The second hit the bottom of her chin as she rose up. The last several coated the tops of her breasts as well as in between them.
