Going Too Far (pt. 03)

This story is a continuation of

the "Going Too Far" series

. I thank

the author

for giving me permission to publish.

Jessica nestled against her boyfriend, Harry, in the small but rowdy stadium, their bodies pressed close. Like any couple, they shared warmth and proximity, but underneath the surface was something more. Harry's arm was draped around Jessica, but his mind was preoccupied. He couldn't help but notice how Jessica's eyes were fixed on the field with an intensity that made him wonder where her mind truly lingered.

Jessica watched with rapt attention as the rugby players collided and crashed on the muddy pitch, their shouted commands sounding fun and exciting. Her pulse quickened in sync with the rhythm of the game, the raw masculinity on display stirring something within her. Harry was her man and she loved him, but he wasn't really "the athletic type" so this was out of her normal experience. She bit her lip, leaning forward to catch every rough tackle and shouted challenge, completely absorbed by the sight of jerseys clinging to muscular frames. Her curiosity was piqued.

Harry, stealing glances at her reactions, felt a knot of anxiety in his stomach. It was all too familiar, this creeping sensation that her excitement might lead them past yet another boundary. But should he really complain? Hadn't they loved exploring their kinks together with Tom's help. Watching her captivated by the game, the memories of the past weeks loomed large--so many things he had said in the heat of passion. Did Jessica think he was serious? Was he serious? He barely knew himself anymore. He wondered, a little nervously, if this wasn't another step toward a line he wasn't sure he was ready to cross.

Memories of their recent night with Tom--his best friend and star rugby player whose on-field prowess was as legendary as his off-field exploits--surfaced, leaving him both exhilarated and uncertain. They had only just surrendered to that tumultuous encounter, a night filled with reckless abandon that left Harry questioning whether he could keep pace with Jessica's escalating cravings. He wanted to be the boyfriend who could appease her cravings with the same reckless passion that drove her, yet the thought of crossing another line before he was ready filled him with apprehension. Even as he clung to the hope that this delicate balance was enough for her, he knew that Tom's magnetic allure was a potent force he struggled to compete against.

Harry was having fun, sure. Ever since their first encounter with Tom, the sex was better than it had ever been. But for now, Harry longed for a slower pace, for some semblance of stability. Taking a deep breath to steady his racing thoughts, Harry watched as Jessica's eyes roamed hungrily across the field. Leaning close, his lips brushed her ear. "See something you like out there, babe?"

Jessica turned with a mischievous grin, and her cheeks flushed with pure excitement. "Maybe. Those boys sure know how to play rough." She bit her lip, giggling, then gave Harry a little peck on the lips. She loved it when Tom teased Harry, but she was really beginning to enjoy how Harry was getting into the spirit.

Her gaze lingered on one particularly brawny player emerging from a scrum, his jersey torn and muddy. Harry had seen him around--Liam, the captain of the rugby team. He had a bad reputation--not terrible, just kind of a "jerk."

Harry swallowed hard, a mix of arousal and unease swirling in his gut. "Jess... are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"

She giggled, letting her hand slide up his thigh. "Depends. What do you think I'm thinking?" Her voice turned low and teasing, her eyes sparkling with a dare.

"I think," Harry said carefully, "that maybe you're curious about more than just watching them play." He searched her face for confirmation.

Jessica's smile widened. "Well, aren't you?" she responded back. Leaning in, her breasts pressed against his arm. "Come on, babe. Just imagine... all those strong, sweaty bodies..." Her hand inched higher in a playful tease. Only weeks ago, Jessica had been gentle and demure; now, there was a sultry, mischievous glint in her eyes, and even her voice had seemed to change, oozing seduction as if she'd discovered a bolder side of herself. The sounds of grunts and shouted strategies from the field only intensified the charged atmosphere. Harry's breath caught--she was burning with desire as she spoke, and despite his misgivings, he felt himself hardening in response.

Just as Harry was about to reply, a familiar figure cut through the sea of spectators. Tom, sweating and clad in his rugby kit and exuding the signature cocky confidence of a star player, made his way over. His tall, muscular frame and cocky grin were unmistakable as he stepped into their space. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite couple," he said, his deep voice slicing through the din of the crowd. "Mind if I join you?"

Harry's stomach clenched--a mix of wary excitement and trepidation flooding him at the sight of Tom. Tom had always been the charismatic leader, the one who effortlessly commanded attention and respect from everyone around him. His sharp wit and undeniable confidence had been what attracted Harry to Tom as a roommate. But now the fear of not measuring up to Tom in Jessica's eyes loomed large.

Before Harry could respond, Jessica scooted over, patting an empty space beside her. "Of course not, have a seat," she said, her eyes glimmering with mischief.

Tom settled in effortlessly, his athletic build evident even beneath his stained jersey. Harry couldn't help but notice how naturally Jessica seemed to lean into Tom's strong presence, her shoulder brushing against his in a subtle yet charged gesture.

"So, don't they need you out there, Tom?" Harry asked, striving for casualness.

Tom draped an arm casually over the back of their seats, his fingers lightly grazing Jessica's shoulder. "It's just a friendly match. The boys are on fire today," he said, nodding toward the fray on the pitch as players battled in a fierce scrum.

Jessica's gaze followed his, darkening with a hunger that set Harry's pulse racing. "They certainly are," she murmured, her voice low and breathy. "It's quite a sight."

Tom chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. "If you think this is something, wait until you see the afterparty. Things can get pretty wild."

"Oh, wild? I'm sure." said Jessica, rolling her eyes.

Harry's ears perked up, curiosity and unease mingling in his gut. "Afterparty?" he asked, his voice betraying his apprehension.

"Yeah, the team always throws a big bash after a win--lots of booze, loud music, and... other kinds of entertainment. I know you'd like it," Tom replied with a knowing smile.

Jessica sat up straighter, interest ignited in her eyes. "That sounds like fun. What do you say, babe? Should we check it out?" She looked at Harry, her expression both inviting and expectant.

Harry hesitated. The thought of diving into a wild party filled with drunken, virile rugby players was daunting. "I don't know, Jess. I'm pretty beat..."

"Aww, come on, Harry! Don't be a spoil sport," said Jessica pouting, comically.

Tom leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees in an almost challenging manner. "Come on, man. Live a little. Besides, if you're too tired, I can always take Jessica with me." His tone was playful yet edged with an unspoken dare--a clear assertion that if Harry couldn't keep up, Tom would be more than happy to step in. The thought of Jessica alone at the party caught in Tom's orbit, and surrounded by his teammates, sent Harry's heart racing with a tumultuous blend of jealousy and arousal. He felt the mounting pressure to prove that he could handle this wild ride and match the feverish pace of her desires.

He was like a moth to the flame. He couldn't say no to his beautiful 22-year-old girlfriend, but he wondered if she wanted more than he could give her.

Rather, Harry knew with an unsettling certainty that Jessica wanted more. Her curiosity about Tom's teammates was practically tangible, an electric undercurrent that made him squirm as much as it excited him. He felt himself drawn to her desires, feeling that familiar thrill mixed with trepidation that had met him during their nights with Tom.

God help him, he loved this new lifestyle too! He wanted to give her everything she craved, to be the boyfriend who could meet her appetite with the same reckless abandon that seemed to drive her. But the thought of pushing past yet another boundary before he was ready filled him with apprehension. They had only recently given in to another tumultuous night with Tom. That second encounter had left him reeling, exhilarated yet questioning if he could keep up with the pace Jessica seemed to set. It was one thing to share her with Tom, knowing she was still his, still within the circle of what felt safe and controlled.

It made Harry feel more secure knowing he was on this rollercoaster with people he could trust--the people who understood him and his limits. Jessica, his beautiful girlfriend, whom he cherished more than she probably realized, and Tom, his roommate whose calculated commands somehow managed to both unsettle Harry and keep him grounded. He clung to the hope that this dynamic was enough for Jessica, that his willingness to explore new terrain with her and Tom would satisfy her and keep other desires at bay.

The deafening roar of the crowd brought him back to the moment, to the reality of his girlfriend's hungry gaze and the intense pull of the unfamiliar. He feared that Tom's manipulative influence, paired with these rugged athletes, might sidetrack Jessica into territory he wasn't ready for. For now, he hoped a slower pace would get their equilibrium back.

"Can we talk about this for a second?" said Harry lamely.

"Of course," responded Tom. "I should get back out there anyway."

As Tom sauntered back to the field with a casual wave, Harry turned to Jessica, his brow furrowed. "Jess, I'm not sure about this party. It sounds like a little too much. I know we talked about the rugby team and all, but they actually have kind of a bad reputation."

Jessica rolled her eyes playfully, squeezing his thigh. "Oh come on, babe. It's just a little post-game celebration. Besides, you and Tom will be there to protect me, right?" Her voice was light, but there was an undercurrent of mischief in her tone.

Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know, but... things have been moving so fast lately. With Tom... I just feel like we're hurtling towards something I'm not ready for."

Jessica's expression softened, and she cupped his cheek, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Hey, listen to me. Nothing wild is going to happen, okay? We're just going to have a few drinks, maybe dance a little. It'll be fun!" Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and Harry felt his resolve crumbling.

"I don't know, Jess. I trust you. I've just--I've heard some of those rugby guys can be, well, dicks. Especially to girls."

Jessica laughed then leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "I can handle it. And you can handle anything, too, babe. If things get too crazy, we can always leave." She pulled back, fixing him with a reassuring smile.

Harry took a deep breath, trying to quell the butterflies in his stomach. He knew he couldn't deny her this, not when she looked at him with such hope and excitement. "Okay, fine. We can go. But promise me you'll stick close?"

Jessica grinned, planting a swift kiss on his lips. "Of course. I'm not going anywhere without you." She nestled into his side, her attention returning to the game. "What's the fun in that?"

As Harry watched the players clash and grapple, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being pulled along by forces beyond his control. It seemed like only yesterday his relationship with Jessica had been simple, uncomplicated. Now, with Tom's magnetic presence and Jessica's growing appetite for adventure, he felt like a passenger on a tour he didn't sign up for.

He glanced down at Jessica, taking in the flush of her cheeks and the eager way she leaned forward, drinking in every moment of the rough play. There was no denying the thrill he felt at seeing her so alive, so vibrant. But there was also a twinge of unease, a nagging sense that he was losing his grip on the reins.

The final whistle blew, and the crowd erupted into cheers. Harry steeled himself. He knew he would follow Jessica into any fray.

***

After the game, Harry and Jessica waited for Tom, then they all made their way back to the apartment Harry and Tom shared. Jessica's hand was firmly clasped in Harry's, a reassuring anchor amidst the swirl of his thoughts. The apartment was small but tidy, a testament to the easy bachelor lifestyle the two roommates enjoyed.

"Make yourself at home," Tom said with a grin, gesturing grandly to the living room.

With that, he disappeared into the bedroom, leaving Harry and Jessica alone. Harry turned to her. "You know I love you no matter what."

"What do you mean?" asked Jessica with a quizzical look.

"Just...I love you." He said.

"Well, me too, of course," she said. "But you're being weird." She gave him a reassuring peck.

"Come on, let's get changed. I want to see what all the fuss is about with these rugby parties."

She tugged Harry towards the bedroom, a helpless grin spreading across his face. Just as she was about to knock, Tom emerged, still shirtless. He let them pass, chivalrously. Inside, they began to undress, the silence broken only by the rustle of clothing and the occasional giggle as Jessica struggled with a stubborn zipper.

Harry had just pulled on a fresh t-shirt when there was a knock at the door. "Come in," he called, assuming Tom had forgotten something in the room.

But when the door swung open, it was not just his roommate who stood there, but rather Tom--shirtless still of course--and Liam. Harry recognized him immediately. He was the one with the reputation and the brawny player Jessica had been eyeing, his jersey now replaced by a tight-fitting henley.

"Sorry to interrupt," Tom said, his gaze sliding appreciatively over Jessica's half-dressed form. "Just wanted to introduce you all..."

Harry bristled, a surge of irritation rising in his chest. But before he could speak, Jessica was already responding, her voice warm and inviting.

"Oh, hi, nice to meet you." Jessica approached him, leaving Harry's tight embrace. She was wearing a skirt and had just put on an undershirt--no bra, it was obvious--that left little to the imagination.

"Harry, Jessica, this is Liam, my mate from the team," Tom said with a grin, clapping the brawny man on the shoulder.

Liam stepped forward, his eyes raking over Jessica's body with undisguised appreciation. "Pleasure to meet you both. Tom's told me so much about you." His voice was deep and rough.

Jessica beamed, extending a hand. "Likewise. You were quite impressive out there today."

Liam took her hand, holding it for a beat longer than necessary. "Thanks, love. Though I have to say, you're far more impressive." His gaze flickered to Harry. "You're a lucky man, mate. She's a real beauty."

Harry forced a smile, his jaw clenching. "I know," he said tightly, walking up and wrapping a possessive arm around Jessica's waist.

Tom, sensing the tension, clapped his hands together. "Right then, shall we get this party started?

"I don't see why not," said Jessica with excitement in her voice.

"Oh shit! I almost forgot!" said Tom.

"What?"

"Jess, I've got the perfect outfit for you."

Harry and Jessica shared a confused look.

"You bought me an outfit?" asked Jessica incredulously.

"Come on, I'll show you," answered Tom, gesturing.

Jessica followed Tom to his room. Harry trailed behind, unease churning in his gut. Tom was buying her clothes now?

When they entered, Tom made a beeline for his closet, rummaging through the hangers until he pulled out a slinky red dress.

"Here, try this on," he said, tossing it to Jessica. "It's my ex's. She left it here ages ago, but I reckon it'll fit you."

Jessica held the dress up, admiring the plunging neckline and short hemline. "You sure she won't mind?" she asked, seemingly genuinely concerned.

Tom waved a dismissive hand. "Nah, she's long gone. Besides, it'll look better on you anyway."

Harry shifted uncomfortably, not liking the direction this was heading. "Jess, you don't have to wear that. What you have on is fine?"

"Oh, Harry, It's just a bit of fun. And I want to look good for the party, don't I?"

She ran out of the room with the dress leaving the three men in awkward, heavy silence. Harry bounced on his heels, waiting for his girlfriend to come back and show off for two rugby players. Liam tried not to smirk, excited to see what this girl looked like in what appeared to be a fairly scandalous outfit.

But Tom... Tom could only think of one thing. The same thing he'd been thinking since the last time he'd had Jessica. Tom knew he was going to fuck Harry's girl again.

Back in Harry's room, Jessica stripped down to her panties and bra and shimmied into the dress, the tight fabric hugging her every curve. She returned to the living room.

Tom let out a low whistle. "Damn, Jess. You look fucking incredible."

The dress was scarlet red, a vibrant and eye-catching color that stood out against the neutral tones of the room. The fabric was silky and hugged Jessica's curves, accentuating her figure. The neckline plunged low, revealing a peek of cleavage, while the hemline was short, showing off her toned legs. Her fingers traced the sleek fabric, caressing the deep V-neck and the dangerously short hemline, her eyes lit up with excitement at the thought of wearing such a sexy and alluring piece.

Liam nodded in agreement, his eyes roving hungrily over her body. "He's right, love. Every guy at the party will be drooling over you."

Harry couldn't deny that Jessica looked stunning, the red dress setting off her creamy skin and showcasing her ample cleavage. But the thought of so many other men ogling her still made him uncomfortable. Proud, yes. But uncomfortable nonetheless.

***

Jessica clung to Harry's arm, her body thrumming with excitement as they made their way towards the rugby house. The distant thump of music grew louder with each step, the bass reverberating through the pavement.

Tom and Liam strode ahead, their tall frames and easy swagger parting the clusters of students milling about on the sidewalk. Harry couldn't help but notice the appreciative glances Jessica drew as they walked, her lithe figure wrapped in that sinful red dress. The thin fabric clung to her curves, the plunging neckline offering a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage with each sway of her hips. He tightened his grip on her waist, a silent declaration of possession--though what good it did out on the street, he wasn't sure.

As they approached the house, the music swelled to a deafening roar. Strobe lights flashed through the windows, painting the lawn in a dizzying kaleidoscope of color. Raucous laughter and shouts spilled from the open door, punctuated by the clinking of bottles and the crunch of plastic cups underfoot.

Tom bounded up the steps, turning to flash them a wicked grin. "Welcome to the jungle, boys. Try to keep up." With that, he disappeared into the writhing mass of bodies, Liam close on his heels.

Harry hesitated at the threshold, the wall of noise and heat hitting him like a physical force. He glanced down at Jessica, taking in her flushed cheeks and bright eyes. She looked up at him, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Come on, babe. Let's have some fun."