"So why do you think you love to suck cock so much?" Jessica asked.
It wasn't really an odd question, considering what I'd done and where we now were together.
"I don't really know the psychology," I said, shrugging.
"I don't care about psychology," she smiled softly. "Why do YOU think you do?"
"I don't know, really. I think it may be the submissive nature of it. It's all about pleasing, all about their pleasure, and generally I'm on my knees doing it. That's the way I prefer it, at least. Then maybe it's because I found it hard to please my daddy when I was a kid, he was the tough military guy, all about discipline. Then, he died so young maybe I feel like I'm never pleasing him enough, which makes me want to please even more."
She laughed, "that sounded too much like psychology. I believe the first one, I think you are born with either submissive, or dominant traits."
"Is that so? Were you born with dominant traits, considering how you have decided to control me?"
"I don't want to control you, dear," she grinned. "I'm your best friend. I just like being in charge of this side of you. But why? Like you, I'm not sure. I've always felt protective, yet encouraging of you. So I guess for both of us it's a natural fit."
I smiled. It was hard to argue any other way since there I was, on my couch, in only my panties, as instructed, while she sat there fully clothed. She didn't allow me to wear anything more in the house while she was there, and yes, the blinds were open, as always.
"You have an affinity for cocksucking, that's for sure," she said, almost proudly. "I really dig it, too. I'm just not at your level," she laughed. I do often wonder what it would be like, in your shoes, though."
I blushed. I hadn't done anything since the night I repeated my performances with RJ, Cam, and then surprisingly, the football player. Every day, however, Jessica would come over and "inspect" me, meaning she'd make sure I was either naked, or semi naked. She often grilled me about my desires, what drives me, most of which she already knows. I could tell she was looking for details, specifics which she would try to incorporate in our future games. It was no longer odd for her to touch me, to massage my breasts, even casually stroke my pussy during her visits. She just said she enjoyed getting me wet and left it at that.
One day she was over and I was just getting out of the shower she appeared and said for me to dress quickly. She handed me my tight "Pink" shorts which ride up my ass quite a bit. They are meant more for intimacy than public viewing. On top she had me wear a belly baring crop top. My boobs being so large tend to push out the material enough to show a lot of underboob when I lift my arms. I knew she was about to expose me somehow. I got a familiar jolt from my clit from imagining the possibilities.
"Look," she said, pointing out my glass doors. In the back, out in the parking lot, three of the neighbor "boys," as she calls them, were out playing frisbee.
"Ok?" I asked.
"Are you going to question me or are you going to do what I ask, knowing I have your own desires in mind?"
"I'm going to do what you ask, ma'am," I said softly.
"Good, I'm glad we're done with that foolish resistance. You know I want what you want."
"I know, so what should I do? Stand here in front of the doors and hope they see me and if they do, then strip? It's sunny, I'm pretty sure the glare won't allow it."
She smirked. "Don't assume I'm stupid. I should whip your ass right now," she warned.
I turned crimson from embarrassment. I'd never heard her threaten me like that. She was really taking to it.
"I'm sorry, ma'am."
"Oh, and stop calling me ma'am, I'm your age for god sakes. Call me Mistress Jess," she grinned. "Yes, I like that."
"I'm sorry Mistress Jess," it sounded so weird to call my best friend since high school that, but on the other hand it FELT so natural.
"Here's what you are doing. You like sports, athletics. You work that tremendous body into shape doing all sorts of things. You've played frisbee before, haven't you?"
"Of course, well, not since I was a kid."
"I want you to go outside and see if the boys will let you play with them."
"I'm not trying to be smart here, Mistress Jess, but you mean play frisbee, right?"
"Hee hee, good one," she grinned. "Yes, for the current moment, I'm referring to frisbee. See if they'll let you play. I'm betting everything I have they say yes, seeing how you are dressed and how I'm sure they've longed to see you close up for quite awhile now. Wait a minute until your face loses some of its redness. No need for them to see your embarrassment, at least not yet."
I went outside, they couldn't say yes fast enough. There were four of us, Deke, Jake, and Sherm. They sounded like dog names to me. Their other friend Chas was at work, which I was glad. Playing catch with him, with him knowing a lot of my activites would've been weird, though I'm sure Jess would've loved it.
I was pretty good at throwing the frisbee, I was awful at catching it. I kept lunging at it, which I'm sure showed a lot of my tits as I'd reach for it. They were certainly checking out my ass as well. After a time, it seemed they PURPOSELY were throwing it high, so I'd have to lift my arms. They got to see quite a bit, I'm sure. Finally, my Jess called me in.
"What was all THAT for?" I asked, panting from all the effort.
"Are you going to trust me?"
"Yes, Mistress Jess."
"Good. Now keep your calendar open next Friday night."
"Are you going to tell me why?"
"Just that we're having a party at my house, our usual end of the summer, labor day weekend party."
"You and Scott?"
"Yes, and tons of our friends, as usual."
"Ok,?" I said suspiciously.
"Ok and you are going to do everything I ask, without hesitation, and you are going to love it."
She said no more about it. The website was doing well, the last three videos we did of me with Cam, RJ, and the football player were still "hot." Jess was afraid of losing members with each extended layoff we had of activity. It had been more than a week. Still, she didnt have me do anything. She said she wanted me ready and willing for what she had next.
You probably know how bad I am at waiting, by now. I hate it. I was in a constant state of arousal. Every day she'd drop by I'd pester her with questions or I'd profess my willingness to do another delivery dare. She always just batted my questions away like pesky gnats. As always, she forbade me from masturbating. I swore she'd have to cut off my hands to keep me from doing it but I made it to Friday.
The party. Jess and Scott had an annual Labor day weekend party since they got to college. It usually was a huge bash, at Jessica's parents house, which was now hers after her parents premature deaths. Scott was a huge jock, so there were always athlete friends of his there. There was almost always a big football game on. There are beer kegs, people bring their own booze if they wish. There's lots of stupid drunkeness and mayhem. These are the types of parties where I usually end up with my top off, due to some stilly drunken "dare" or something. It seemed the guys looked forward to it, like it was an annual event, like the party. This time I shuddered to think what might become annual.
Jessica instructed me what to wear. On top I wore a purple athletic jersey, made for women. It was meant to be sexy and cute, not athletic. It was fairly tight, and I'd also have just a hint of belly button going. Jess said she thought that was sexy when you get a flash of it. I had grey shorts which were tight, but not overly so. They covered my cheeks, but showed a good outline of everything I had. Jess was going for a sexy college coed look, I figured.
I arrived and was greeted warmly by everyone, especially the males. Scott had that stupid leer he had the day he made me fuck him. Naturally I was embarrassed to have to say hi to Todd, Tyler, and Bill also. I naturally wondered what they knew, what they'd talked about with each other about me. I also noticed they hung around our group a lot as everyone drank theirselves to happiness. Jess wasn't drinking, which was odd, she was a "bottle of wine" gal usually. I like wine, but I'm fine with beer. She monitored my intake, however, allowing me only one an hour. She seemed preoccupied and spent most of her time in the kitchen, greeting people as they came or hugging people goodbye when they left. It was the main entryway.
A couple hours in everyone was feeling pretty good by then. She suddenly saw something. She quickly grabbed me by my arm and pulled me into the pantry. She told me to be quiet but she wanted me to listen in. She closed the door and went back to the kitchen. She was greeting someone.
"Hi, do I know you?" She asked someone.
I heard a voice say, "um, we heard there was a party here, a friend told us about it."
"Really, who?" Jess said sternly.
I heard a couple voices say together, "Victoria."
I almost coughed. I most certainly didn't invite anyone, much less anyone Jess didn't know. I wondered why they were here and why Jess wasn't booting them out.
"Oh, is that so? I could ask her. What do you think she'd say?"
I heard some uncomfortable silence before one of them said, "listen, we don't want any trouble. We know some of these guys, we're athletes too, we have a game tomorrow."
"Should you be out drinking the night before a game?" Jess asked, I could tell she was smiling.
"We're in college, of course we should be drinking," laughed one of them.
"Look, I know you weren't invited because I'm the host," she said strongly. "But, since you are here, you do me a favor, and I'll certainly do you one. We all know why you are here. The sweet, big tittied red head with the rocking body, am I right?"
I heard them agree. I didn't hear the rest, she must've ushered them down the hall. They came back, everything worked out, apparently.
"Grab a beer and mingle, for now," said Jess.
She opened the door and brought me out. She led me out of the kitchen. "I hope you are ready for this."
