Jess and I walked home in silence. That isn't really saying much, it is only a three or four minute walk through the alley and God knows we would not want anyone overhearing anything we may say about what just happened.
"Would you like a glass of water?" Jess asked innocently, playing off what had just happened.
"uhhh..." I stuttered, not ready for the question. "Yeah."
That surprisingly broke the ice. I came clean first. I thought I had to. I told her everything: my fetish for mixed wrestling and losing to a woman, knowing about Brit's alter ego Torri before meeting her on the sidewalk, our sessions, paying Brit the money, everything. I threw in a bunch of apologies for not telling her and exploring this with her, while trying desperately to make sure she knew I loved her.
Jess remembered my awkwardness during that first meeting with Brit, but she assumed I was just smitten by a pretty face. While that was true too, I didn't play that up.
After I came clean and we talked about my part in this twisted little development, we talked about her. It seems she has always had a slight attraction to women and had a bit of a fetish for tall women. She mentioned that she had always dreamed of having a threesome with me and another girl, but was too self conscious to say anything about it and had no idea who she would invite to bed with us. That broke my heart a bit, in a selfish sort of way: as a straight man I jerk off to the idea of a threesome on a regular basis!
She continued to say that she was smitten with Brit too, and she got busted checking out her 6' 2" body a bit too much after too many glasses of wine. Brit noticed, then played up the seductress role a bit. It seems it started with a request for a foot massage that Jess could not turn down and ended up with Jess sucking her toes and telling her about her tall woman fetish, her submissive side, and her desire to be dominated by a tall woman.
"So THAT'S why you were acting so squirrelly after talking with neighbors a few nights ago?!?" I blurted out too loudly when it hit me. She was acting weird about Brit, not any of the men!
It was Brit!
She stared at me in disbelief, probably wondering how I could say such a thing at that point in the conversation. Then it hit me, again, that she didn't know I was worried she was having an affair with a neighbor. When I came clean that I noticed her odd behavior and worried she was cheating on me, we decided we better put all our cards on the table.
We talked for over an hour then went to bed. I replayed the events of the night and our conversation as I lay in bed waiting for sleep to come while simultaneously getting crazy excited for what Saturday would bring.
Friday night came and Jess made an odd comment:
"Kyle, do you want me to go down on you?"
That part was odd, she had never asked, if she wanted to do it, she would normally just do it. It's freaking phenomenal when she does that, but it usually doesn't go that way. I usually joke I want one, and sometimes she obliges and sometimes she doesn't. She had never once offered like that.
"yyyeeeaAAHHH" I replied excitedly, my single word response starting in a normal tone and ending in a near yell.
This is when it got weirder:
"Ok, but you have to do me a favor."
"I will do anything you ask!" I said, unable to contain my excitement at the offer. "Anything! I'll fucking cut someone!! I will! I'll do it!!"
"Calm down. But funny you mention cutting.... I want it all gone down there before I do. Clear cut the forest, if ya' know what I mean." She said shyly while pointing to my crotch.
"Babe, it's trimmed short just like you like it. You're saying you want it like this?" I said rubbing my clean shaven cheek and jaw, asking for clarification.
"Maybe not that far, the electric should be good enough."
"ON IT!" I shouted and bounded to the bathroom. I cleaned up, still wondering why the change. Jess was always clean shaven down there and I had offered to do the same for her, but she usually said something like "I don't want a 10 year old boy, I want a man", so I kept it trimmed short with some hair clippers. The request for "a 10 year old boy" all of a sudden threw me off a bit, but honestly, who gives a shit? I'm about to get a blow job!
She wasn't in the bedroom when I was done, so I put on my robe and went to the living room. She started by sitting me in a comfy chair, she got me a glass of wine, and started massaging my feet. After a few minutes of that I reached down to play with myself a bit before she stopped me:
"No!" she kinda snapped at me. "That belongs to me right now, trust me with it...." She finished speaking in a quiet tone. I stopped at once, and she responded by starting to suck my toes and worship my feet. It was unreal experiencing that and knowing a BJ was right around the corner. She probed between all ten of my toes with her tongue and delivered slow, flat tongue licks to my soles. After a few minutes she put my feet down and moved up to kneel between my legs. She pulled my robe open to see I was mostly hard.
She used her tongue to push my dick up and lay it on my stomach and then started to lick and suck on my balls. I was on Cloud 9 the whole time and spent more than a few moments thinking about Saturday. After a few minutes of this, she took my dick in her mouth and she gave me one of the better blow jobs she had ever done. To top it off, she ignored my warnings that I was going to cum, which I always give her in these circumstances because she doesn't usually like a load in the mouth, and stayed on task. When I was almost there she started tickling my balls with both hands until I exploded in her mouth. She gagged a bit, then looked up at me and swallowed it all down. It was so beautiful!
"Don't get used to that, hon..." she said in an awkward way when she was done.
Saturday passed without excitement, but both Jess and I caught each other with sly smiles of excitement quite often. Time crawled by after our lunch on Saturday, then, finally, it was time!
We walked over together, holding hands, silently thought the access road. That road really was too convenient: we could sneak into Brit's house unnoticed by nosy neighbors.
She had on black leggings and a tight workout style tank top while I walked over in sweatpants over gym shorts and a t shirt. We both assumed there would be wrestling involved, and we were prepared. We let ourselves in the back and made our way downstairs. Brit was lounging on the couch by the mats, staring at her phone, in a robe that covered her entire body, but I could see she was barefoot with red toenails. She smiled when she saw us, put her phone down, and waved us over with a super sexy one finger wave.
She turned her hand flat to indicate we should stop before stepping on the mat. She stood and walked over to stand in front of us. She towered over both of us, the mat gave her another few inches to add to her generous height advantage. When she spoke, it was almost as if she were a teacher instructing a student:
"Ok little slut, puppy, we are gonna wrestle. I see my little slut is already prepared, puppy are you going to wear sweats?"
I kicked off my sandals and stripped off the sweats and my t shirt without being asked. I was ready, and she laughed at my eagerness.
