The day after Jessica went back to her apartment in Boise and two days after we had applied for our own apartment for her to move back to Utah, I received a call from the apartment complex, telling me that our application had been approved and when we could pick up our keys. I quickly called Jessica and told her the news.
"Hey, the apartment is ours. We can get the keys any day after the 26th and start moving in," I told her.
"That's awesome," she replied back on the other end of the phone. "I talked to my principal today. He's not too happy to be losing me, especially in the middle of the year, but he gets it. What do you think is going to be best to get us both moved in?"
We spent a little bit longer on the phone making plans before she had to get back to work. After hanging up with her, I texted my ex-wife Kathy to inform her that I would be moving in with Jessica and Liam. She surprised me by saying that she was happy for us.
Late that night, after she had gotten Liam to bed, Jessica called me so we could hopefully finalize the moving plans. But before we could get to those plans, she said, "I called Jack after I got off work to tell him the news. He said that he's OK with it, but that he wanted to have a talk with you about Liam. Did he get in touch with you?"
"No, he didn't. But I guess that is something that we will have to deal with. I told Kathy, too. She was surprisingly OK with it and said she's happy for us," I told Jessica.
"Wow. I'm surprised by that too," Jessica responded before we went to talk about the move. We figured out a few details, including what day I would be moving, and how best to get her down there, before saying I love you and hanging up our phones.
A few days later was Christmas, and, for the first time in over a decade, I woke up alone. I had dropped off a few gifts for my daughters with their mom, and she was nice enough to video call me and let me watch them open up the gifts I had gotten them. Jessica called as well, and we chatted for a bit while Liam opened up his gifts. We had thought about spending the day together but decided not to spend the money on gas with the move so close.
After hanging up with her, I got myself ready for the day, had some fun, and sat down to watch TV. Me and Jessica kept texting during the day, and she told me that she had a present for me as soon as Liam went down for a nap.
She made sure I was still alone before video calling me after he was asleep. When I answered the call, I saw Jessica in her bedroom, wearing a black robe. She had her brown hair pulled into a knot on the back of her head and smiled before saying, "Hey, are you ready for your present?"
I told her, of course, and she said, "I was hoping to do this in person, and I thought about waiting, but I think you deserve it now, even if it's just over the phone."
I watched as she sat her phone down on her dresser and stepped back from it. She untied the robe, slowly peeled it open, and let it slip off her arms. Under it, she had put on a red, sexy Santa outfit. The corset pushed up her C-cup-sized breasts and was tight around her fit waist. The skirt ended just below her groin, and it was all trimmed in white fur. She must have had on a garter belt under it, as I could see straps coming out of her skirt on both legs and hooking onto black stockings that covered the lower portion of her legs.
I said, "Wow, you are beautiful," as Jessica removed the clip from her hair, letting it off down around her face, ending just above her lower back, and slowly spun in a circle for me to take it all in.
Facing the camera again, she said, "Thanks. I can't wait to wear it for you in person."
"It's not just for Christmas?" I asked her.
"Well, I do have this little Santa hat that goes with it," she said as she reached off the screen, grabbed the hat, and placed it on her head. I laughed and said, "You can wear all of it whenever you want to."
Jessica smiled and asked, "Would you like to see what's under the skirt?" I eagerly nodded my head yes as she stepped back again and lifted up her skirt and showed me that she had on a black garter belt around her waist, hooked to her stockings. Under it was a bright red thong that barely covered her vagina.
"Jesus," I said. Jessica laughed as she picked up the phone and said, "I hope you're ready for a show." She laid down on the bed, and I watched as she positioned the camera so that it showed her groin as she spread her legs and began to run her pussy over the red thong. Making sure I was watching, she pulled the thong to the side, exposing her pussy with a neatly trimmed bush right above it. She slowly inserted her finger inside herself and pulled it in and out. She worked her finger up to a steady rhythm as she moaned.
I told her that she was turning me on, and she started to go faster and faster with her finger. Looking down into the phone, she asked, "If you were here, how would I be right now?"
"Your thong would be off, your tits exposed, and I would be pounding into you," I said as I moved into my bedroom, laid on my bed, and pulled my pants and underwear off.
"Oh God, Danny," Jessica moaned. As I wrapped my hand around my hard, six-inch-long cock, Jessica started to pull her thong down, kicking it off her legs. Still fingering herself, she used her free hand to pull her breasts out of the corset and pinched her nipples to get them hard.
"Rub your clit," I instructed her, flipping my camera around so she could watch me jack off. She did as I told her to, using her thumb to make little circles around her clit.
"God, your cock looks so huge on the phone. I want it," she said. I asked where she wanted it, and she said, "Slamming into me. In my mouth. In my hand. Wrapped up in my tits."
"How about in your ass?" I asked her.
"Oh, my God!" Jessica moaned loudly, going back to sliding her finger in and out of her wet vagina. I kept up the dirty talk as Jessica played with herself until she moaned that she was coming, and I watched as her back arched off the bed, and she stopped rubbing her clit as she orgasmed.
When she was done, she asked if I was close, and I stared at her nearly naked body on the phone as I rubbed myself to
completion.
"I can't wait until we're living together and don't have to watch each other on the phone," Jessica said, and I agreed with her.
We stayed on the phone for a little longer, me eying her naked breasts as we chatted, until she heard her son waking up and hurried to change her clothes before he was awake. I spent the rest of the day packing.
The next morning, I woke up early, got ready, and went off to get the key to our new apartment. After checking it out and taking a few pictures, I went back to my apartment, ordered an Uber, and got a ride over to a local U-haul place, where I had a van reserved for a few days.
As I was loading all of my stuff into it, Jessica called me, and I answered it to hear her say, "So, I just got off the phone with my sister. She really wants to come up with you and help me move."
"Why?" I asked.
"I have no idea. She said that she's just sitting around at home with nothing to do and figures that she could be helpful. Many hands make light work and all that."
"I'm fine with it if you are," I told her.
"Just promise me one thing," Jessica said, and I asked what it was. She replied back, "Don't make any pitstops on the way up here."
I laughed and said, "I don't know; that might be hard. She does look a lot like you, just taller and younger."
"Danny!" Jessica said it with a laugh.
"So, I have a slight problem that maybe you could help with," I said, changing the subject. Jessica asked what it was, and I said, "While I was packing last night, I found a bunch of Kourtney's clothes and some other items of hers. I tried to text her, but got no answer. Should I keep them?"
"Maybe Kathy could give them to Kourtney for you? Do you think its things she would mind if you just threw it away? Or should we take them to her? We could even just leave them on her porch," Jessica said.
"Well, I don't think Kathy wants to see them. And I know how much Kourtney spent on some of them, so I doubt she would be OK with me just leaving them somewhere or throwing them away," I responded back.
Jessica asked what they were, and I said, "Thongs and lingerie, plus some of her sex toys."
"Oh dear. Yeah, she's probably going to want them back. Maybe hold on to them and keep trying to get a hold of her?" Jessica suggested it, and I agreed with her.
Before too long, I had packed my entire little apartment into the van, barely filling a quarter of it, and drove over to the new apartment. As I unloaded it, Jessica's sister texted me, telling me that she was ready to head to Jessica's whenever I was. I told her to give me a few hours, and I would come pick her up.
When I had the van unloaded, I sat down on my couch, a little loveseat I had managed to move by myself, and scrolled through my phone. My brain kept drifting over to Jessica's sister, and I quickly found her Instagram page.
Her name was Hannah, and her page described her as a personal trainer. I noticed that she hadn't posted in two years, and I wondered why not as I scrolled through her photos. She looked a lot like Jessica, with brown hair down to her lower back and C-cup-sized breasts on a narrow, fit frame. She had to be at least six inches taller than Jessica, and her face was a little bit more narrow, but you could definitely tell they were sisters.
One video in particular caught my attention; she was holding her phone up to film herself flexing in a mirror. She had a black hat on, with her brown hair loose under it. She was wearing a blue and white swirled sports bra that she was pushing up as she flexed her abs on the camera. Tight spandex black shorts barely covered her groin, her fit ass showing as she turned and flexed her arm and leg.
I felt my cock growing in my pants, and, between remembering that Jessica told me that Hannah was a virgin and finding a few more of her fitness pictures, I pulled my cock out and jacked off before getting up and texting Hannah that I was on my way.
When I arrived at Hannah's parents house a little later, she was waiting outside for me, with a duffle bag on her shoulders, since we planned to spend the night before moving all of Jessica's stuff the next day. We introduced ourselves, shaking hands, as she put her bag next to mine and buckled her seat belt. As we started the drive, we made small talk, learning about each other. How old we were, what we did for a living, our interests, etc.
About a half hour into our drive, as the original conversation died down, Hannah asked me, "So, do you think you and Jessica will get married?"
I laughed a little, and I said, "I have no idea. Hopefully. I'm more curious about how the families are going to react when they realize we're a couple and living together."
"Well, I can tell you right now that my parents aren't thrilled about it. They do like how well you treat Jessica, but they're pretty against living together and sleeping together outside of marriage," Hannah said. "They also like you more than they ever liked Jack, so there is that."
I laughed and said, "Well, how do they know we're sleeping together? Maybe we're keeping it for marriage?"
"Whatever. I know you two are. My only question is, how long has it been going on? Jessica claims it's only since her divorce, but I don't believe her," Hannah said.
"If that's what she says, then it must be true," I fibbed.
