Jess was fuming. How could her sister do something like that? It wasn't just enough that she'd humiliated her in front of her friends last night, but now she'd been bollocked by her parents.
It had just been a bloody party. It was what you were supposed to do when your parents were away. For fucks dake she was eighteen! And ok so she should probably have let Sarah in on the plan – inviting her would probably have been a good plan, but to do what she did.
Bitch!
The phone call that had just come through from Spain had been the final straw. It wasn't fucking fair. If Sarah hadn't been out all day there'd have been hell to pay. As it was it had been stewing up in Jess over the day and now she was reaching boiling point.
Ring ring...
The phone went again and she grabbed it from the cradle in frustration.
"Hello."
"Jess it's me –"
It was her delightful big sister...
"Fuck off Sarah" "Look Jess I haven't got time now, I'm calling from a phone box. Tom's going to be there any minute, but my train's been delayed and I won't be there till 5." "Shame..." "Look just give him the message will you Jess? He'll have to find something to keep him entertained till I get there."
Jess crashed the phone back down. Tom was Sarah's long distance boyfriend. He was coming down today from Plymouth and staying till Friday.
Ding Dong.
As the doorbell chimed it seemed to strike a chord in Jess's head, and a wicked idea for getting her own back began to stir.
She jumped off the bed and scampered downstairs to the front door. As her fingers grasped the handle she glanced sideways into the mirror and brushed a few stray dark hairs back into place around her pretty face.
"Tom!" she smiled welcomingly as she pulled open the door. He was cuter than she remembered – five years older than her and much more mature than her eighteen-year-old boyfriends. She didn't know what he was doing with Sarah.
"Hi Jess," he grinned in return and she couldn't help but notice him quickly look her up and down.
"Come in, come in," she beckoned and led him inside the house. She took his bag from him and laid it in the hall, and then helped him off with his coat.
The perfect hostess...
"Sarah called just before you got here," Jess began apologetically. "Unfortunately her train's stuck somewhere and she's not going to be here for ages. Not till 6 at least she said."
Liar liar, pants on fire.
"Oh," Tom replied disappointedly. "Not to worry I suppose."
"Well it's a bit unfair," Jess stirred. "You travel halfway across the country to see her and she can't even be back on time to meet you!"
"That's ok..."
"Well I think it's a bit slack," she said dismissively, "but don't worry, I'll look after you till she gets here."
"Don't worry I'll be..." he began.
"It's my pleasure" she said coyly. "Now you'd probably like a drink after your journey..."
She left him on the sofa with a beer in his hand, and slipped upstairs to change.
***
'He'll have to find something to keep him entertained' Sarah had said... Jess knew just the thing... Her...
She stepped out of her jeans, and pulled her t-shirt over her head.
Just slipping into something more comfortable...
Rummaging through her drawers, Jess searched through her bikinis, looking for the right one. She pulled out a bright yellow one with orange markings. She hadn't worn it for a while because it was a bit small, but it was perfect for today.
Standing in front of the mirror Jess unclipped her bra and dropped it to the floor. Her breasts might not have been as large as her sister's but they were beautiful, standing proudly out from her chest. She pulled the bikini up under them and fastened the string around her back.
The result was just what she was after. Her pert tits pressed hard against the flimsy top, which showed plenty of the tops and sides, and left little to the imagination. She changed into the matching bottoms, and tied a sarong around her small waist to complete the effect.
How could he resist?
As Jess re-entered the lounge Tom's eyes widened as he feasted them on her lithe body. She had a pretty good tan and the bikini contrasted nicely with her skin colour. She smiled in satisfaction as his gaze ran down her body over her chest and down her flat stomach, then further down her slim athletic legs.
She bounced onto the sofa beside Tom and laid her head innocently on his shoulder, her hair tickling his cheek. She could feel his body tense slightly at her touch.
"How are you doing Tom?" she asked. "Bored?"
"Well..."
"I thought I'd change and get out in the sun for a bit. Fancy joining me?" She gave him the puppy dog eyes. How could he refuse?
As he followed her outside she wiggled her bum sexily as she walked, and could almost feel his gaze burning into it. She made sure to bend over provocatively and pick up a blanket and sun-cream on the way.
The back garden was small and private, and the sun was warm against her bare skin. Tom sat on the blanket in his shorts and shirt and she sat by him rubbing cream into her tanned legs. His eyes followed her hands as they trailed up and down, and after untying her sarong, she purposefully spent a long time massaging it into her inner thighs.
"Aren't you hot Tom?" she asked.
If he noticed the double entendre he did well to conceal it. "It is pretty warm" he agreed, and unbuttoned his shirt.
"Oh you are hot Tom!" she giggled flirtatiously, and pulled his shirt away from his chest for a quick glimpse! "I can see what Sarah sees in you!" She lay down on her front next to him.
Tom raised his eyebrow curiously, but grinned and slipped his shirt off completely.
"Well I must say you're not bad yourself young Jessica" he teased, again taking the opportunity to strip her with his eyes.
She smiled modestly and looked down. "Well you..." she began but trailed off. "No..."
"What?" Tom asked.
"No, nothing."
"Come on," Tom bit, "what were you going to say?"
"Well..." she bit her lip as if unsure whether to go on. "I was going to say you wouldn't mind if I... if I went... You see I normally take my top off out here so I don't get strap marks..." She flitted her eyes away self consciously.
What an actress.
Tom cleared his throat and tried to keep his composure. It was hard. "No sure that's fine, whatever, do whatever you like." He gabbled.
Jess sat up, catching him by surprise, and pulled the halter over her neck. Then, looking him directly in the eye she slowly reached behind her to undo the knot of her bikini.
As it fell into her lap Tom swallowed hard and his tongue flicked at his lips. His eyes ran across her bare chest and over her nubile breasts, feasting on the smooth skin and dark firm nipples.
"Wow..." he stammered out.
"Oh don't..." Jess tipped her head to one-side. "I know my boobs aren't as big as Sarah's".
"N..no.." Tom managed, "but wow they're fantastic... If you don't mind me saying that is..."
"No... that's ok," she smiled coyly as she reached for the sun-cream.
She sat cross legged and unscrewed the top, it was quite a full bottle and she knew that, so it didn't really need the big squeeze she gave it as she held it in front of her chest.
"Oops!" she gasped as a spray of thick white cream spurted out across her tits. "Now look what I've done."
She thought Tom's eyes would burst from his skull as the sticky white trail ran down into the valley between her firm boobs. He shifted awkwardly in his seat, and then again as her right hand moved up to rub the cream slowly into her skin. Her fingers stroked it into the side of her right breast and then across the front and over the aureole. Her palm rubbed over the smooth skin and then across to her left breast which she cupped as she spread the cream in and rubbed her thumb over the nipple.
Tom gritted his teeth and let out a sigh as he watched this obscene private show. Jess heard his sigh and smiled to herself.
Revenge is going to be sweet.
