Jess starts a sexy job at WinstonTV.
Foreword
Everyone in this story involved in any sexual activities is at least 18 years old. This story isn't real and probably could never be real in 2022, so any correlations with real life are mere coincidences.
This story is set in the same universe as "Naive Teacher in Winston". It's not required to have read any chapters of that story, although it might make this story more fun!
This is a side project, and I will not substitute my main series. I simply had an idea and needed a break from Lana and her complex naivete.
Enjoy the read,
~ Potato Head
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May 1991
30 years before the Naive Teacher series
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May 3rd, Friday
"Willy! I got it!" the strawberry-blonde woman says, bursting through the front door of the cramped 2-bedroom apartment.
A curly-haired man jumps from the cheap and stained couch, startled.
"You scared the socks out of me, hon!" Willy exclaims. "What did you get?"
She proudly juts her sizable chest, "My chance to be famous!"
Willy can't help but admire his beautiful wife. He opens a wide smile.
"I knew it! Congratulations!" the curly-haired husband says.
"Thanks!" She jumps giddily, and her 36C breasts bounce enticingly. "Let's get celebrate tonight!"
"You deserve it, hon!" Willy encourages her, eyeing her boobies.
"Finally!" she exclaims, throwing her hands up and plopping down on the run-down couch. "Ahhh! I just want to get wasted now!" she shouts, unleashing her energy.
Willy's eyes widen, realizing something. He worriedly whispers, "Shhh! Paul is aslee-"
But it's too late; they are interrupted by crying.
"Oops!" She giggles, putting a hand over her mouth.
Willy's heart flutters, as his wife is the most adorable thing in the world. He smiles at her.
"What's this opportunity, honey?" he asks, standing and suppressing a giggle.
She blushes, "It's a bit weird, but it's a start..." she says shyly as Willy walks toward their child's bedroom.
"Oh?" He turns, curious about what she means.
"Hmm... It's on a tiny local affiliate station called WinstonTV." She shrugs, "Never heard of it."
"Me neither, but I guess it's a chance." Willy smiles, and the strawberry-blonde nods. "I'm still proud of you," he adds before entering the room with the crying child.
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Background
Jessica "Jess" Bottoms grew up in a small town in the Midwestern USA. By the last census, her hometown had 7,469 people. Nice.
Jess grew up in a religious and conservative family but was never shy or introverted. Au contraire, Jess was a cheerleader and one of the most popular girls in her school. She was surprisingly bright and had big dreams of becoming a news anchor on national television.
During high school, she started dating the Lacrosse team Captain, Wilson Russet, a handsome and well-built teen that every girl fawn over. Jess was proud to have gotten Wilson's attention and vowed from that moment on to never let him go.
The high-school sweethearts married right after graduation, and Wilson quickly started working at his father's insurance company. Excelling at school, Jess, now Jessica Russet, went to college and at the same time began working a part-time job at a local TV station on the news division.
Being from strict families, the couple waited until marriage to have sexual relations. Their first night was perfect, and they were head over heels for each other. Wilson's penis was initially shocking since it was the first one she ever saw, but Jess also fell in love with it. She affectionately started calling her new husband Willy due to her fascination with his phallus (Willy's Willy, as she liked to say, giggling). Only a handful of years later did she find out how the nickname was fittingly appropriate.
After graduating from college, Jess got a full-time job at the local station. So far, she was only written some news reports and helped produce the field segments. She longed for a chance to appear on air.
Jess got pregnant with Paul, their sweet curly-haired boy, not six months later.
Unfortunately for the couple, Wilson's father sold his insurance company a year after their son was born. Willy's department got stuck in the endless mediocrity of middle America office jobs.
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Before Jess' uplifting news, our couple was not doing so hot.
Wilson is 26 years old and still struggling with the average office job that he hates. He is 5'10" ft tall, has brown curly hair, and is handsome and well-built (from his Lacrosse days and daily workouts). The ladies still fawn over him, but he is madly in love with Jess, his rock, whom he affectionately sometimes calls "Bottoms" per her maiden name. Willy is gullible, naive, and a bit on the dumb side, and he trusts his wife completely.
Jess is also 26, 5'4" ft tall, with strawberry-blonde hair, a hot cheerleader body with an ample butt, which many say that's her best asset and delicious 36C firm tits. She also religiously exercises. The pretty redhead is curious, driven, and wants to get ahead in life for her son Paul, who is 2 years old. Like her husband, Jess is sexually inexperienced and has never kissed or been with anyone else.
This is where we return to our protagonists.
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Back to Present
After putting their son back to sleep, the young couple sits on their 2-seat kitchen table, eating dinner and discussing Jess' new job.
"So, how did you find out?" Wilson asks, munching on some bread.
"Frank told me!" the reporter-to-be replies. Frank is her current boss. He is a tall and skinny black man in his 50s.
"Woah. Is Monica coming too?" the curly-haired man asks. Monica is Jess' colleague, and they are good friends but also have a soft work rivalry. The raven-haired beauty might appear in future chapters.
"No, just me. Thank the Lord," Jessica says with relief.
"That's good." Her husband tries to encourage her, "It's a great chance for you to shine, honey."
"I'm excited," she admits.
They continue eating for a bit, discussing how massive this opportunity is for their future. How much better things can get.
"I've never heard of this channel," Willy says, serving himself more food.
"It's super tiny. Like the town has 200 people," Jess explains. "So, nobody is going to watch it."
"At least it's an opportunity. Wait... town?" the handsome man asks.
"Yeah, Winstonstead or something like that," the strawberry-blonde shrugs, her sexy breasts jiggling.
"Oh!" Willy exclaims.
"You know it?" she asks curiously.
"I... uh... I heard of it. It's like a hick place not far from here. Thirty minutes," he says as if changing subjects.
"That's good! I will have to go there twice a week, Tuesday and Thursday. But I don't know much beyond that," the hot wife replies.
His eyes widen for a second, and he bites his tongue. "Hmm," he mutters, nodding and shoving more food in his mouth.
Jess looks at him skeptically. She squints, "Willy... I feel like there is something you're not telling me."
"Well... it's nothing," he dismisses, but he seems worried nonetheless.
"What is it?" Jessica insists. She needs to know if something is wrong with her new workplace.
"Don't worry, just a stupid rumor," the curly-haired man says. He laughs forcefully, "From the guys..."
"Please tell me, silly," she says, squeezing his hand softly.
Wilson feels a tingle down his body. The handsome man knows he can't say no to his wife, but she usually is skeptical of these things. "Don't laugh, okay?" He grimaces.
She assures him, "I won't, babe."
"There are rumors that the town is extremely perverted, and they're all part of a devil-worshipping sex cult!" he whispers, almost like he fears them.
Jessica almost chokes on her water. She guffaws, unable to hold back.
Willy frowns. "Bottoms! You said you weren't going to laugh!"
"Ah... Sorry, baby," she says, recovering. "But that's just ridiculous!"
"I don't know..." he mumbles, unsure.
"You really think there is a sex cult so close to us?" Jess throws her hands up, "It's 1991!"
"Shh... Paul..." her husband says, and she nods. "And you never know."
"Of course not, silly." She shakes her head, chuckling, "You're adorable."
Willy shrugs, continuing to eat his food.
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As they relax on their old couch, Willy's mind wanders, and he starts thinking about sex. He decides to bite the bullet.
"Bottoms, can we... fool around?" he asks, pumping his eyebrows suggestively.
Jess playfully slaps his arm, "Oh, Willy! You naughty boy."
"Come on, let's celebrate your achievement!" the handsome man insists.
Jessica's heart melts a little, but sex does not interest her, so she tends to avoid it as much as possible. She looks toward her son's bedroom, "Paul can wake up any second..."
Wilson pleads, "But it has been months since we had any relations. Please?"
Jess sights and knows that she can't avoid her husband this time. She loves Willy wholeheartedly, but sex always feels dull and empty. A duty more than anything. She decides to play it up this time.
"Um-hmm..." she purrs, approaching her man and cuddling against his arm. Her 36C tits rub against him, and she notices Willy's little guy awakening.
"So, let's go to the bedroom?" the horny husband proposes, standing up.
"Sure, babe. But I won't take my undies off, and you have to wear a condom," Jess says with a grave tone.
He frowns, "Ugh... do I have to?" he complains.
"I'm not on the pill, and we can't afford another Paul," she says thoughtfully. She approaches him, leans against his chest, and looks at her partner in his brown eyes. "I got you the extra-small ones that fit you better."
Wilson winces at the mention of his size. At least the extra-small ones fit him snugly. "All right," he agrees. Any sex with his smoking-hot wife is better than no sex.
"They're in the drawer." Jessica stands up and walks to the bedroom. She turns and bites her bottom lip seductively, "Show me how it's done, baby...."
"Your wish is my command!" he says, pulling his pajamas down along with his tighty-whities. His 3.5"-inch penis springs up, hard as a rock. His diminutive size looks silly on his well-built and toned frame.
"Eek! Willy!" Jess giggles, running to the bedroom. Her bubble butt jiggles erotically under her pajamas.
The handsome man roars playfully and runs after his curvy wife.
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May 7th, Tuesday
Jessica stands by the front door, wearing a long green blouse, a black knee-length skirt, dark pantyhose, and short black heels. Her strawberry-blonde hair is tied in a loose ponytail, and she has minimal makeup. She looks beautiful and professional, although her outfit can't entirely hide her large butt and great tits.
"I'm nervous, Willy," Jess confesses, caressing her son's hair.
