The next day when I woke up I found Jess sitting on the couch in the front room.
"Morning," she said.
"Morning, where's Stacy?" I asked.
"She just left a little bit ago. She said she was going to the bank and then to the liquor store, and I think to find a few guys for tonight . . . it's not weird that I'm still here is it?" she asked.
"No, of course not," I assured her.
"Okay," she said. I sat down on the couch next to her.
"So you're really okay with all this?" I asked.
"Yeah . . . I really don't mind it, and the money's nice . . . I don't know. I broke it off with Steve today, so that's kind of a weight off my shoulders. We were kind of in a rough patch, and with all this I just decided it was a good time to end it."
"Alright, I told myself I wasn't going to meddle, but I had to make sure you weren't feeling forced into anything."
"No, no. Thank you though. I know Stacy can be really overbearing, and sometimes it makes me really angry, but that's just the way she is."
"Okay," I said.
"You don't think it makes me a bad person, or anything, do you?"
"No, not at all."
"You don't think less of me?" She asked.
"No. It was cool last night."
"Really?"
"Yeah, you put on a good show, you really know how to please a guy," I said. Jess just looked at me for a second.
"If you want I could . . . you know . . . for you. I mean not for money or anything. You've just always been really nice, and I think sometimes that you care more about my feelings than Stacy does."
My heart was racing. I just stared blankly. I thought about Stacy, and the previous night.
"I'm sorry," she said quickly, "I shouldn't have done that. You're with Stacy, and Stacy is my best friend-"
"No wait . . . I'd like that," I said, shaking a little.
"Really?" she asked.
"Just between us right?"
"Just between us." Jess got up and grabbed my hand. She led me to the computer room and sat me on the love seat, and then got down on her knees in front of me. She started to unbuckle my belt.
"Anything special you want?" she asked as she pulled my pants to the floor.
"No," I said. She wrapped her hand around my dick and gently started to tug on it.
"Wait . . ." I said.
"What?"
"Could you maybe take your shirt off?" I asked. She smiled and let go of my dick.
"I saw you looking at them last night," she said as she pulled her shirt off.
"I couldn't stop myself," I said. She unclasped her bra and tossed it aside.
"Good, I'm glad you like them." She grabbed my rock hard cock and began to stroke it. She stared into my eyes, and squeezed at her breasts with her other hand. She slowly stroked my cock for a while and then leaned further down and planted a couple of big wet kisses on my shaft.
"God that's hot," I said, "God you're hot."
"You're not to bad yourself." She spit into the palm of her hand and rubbed it up and down my shaft. She massaged my balls with her left hand as her right pumped up and down on my cock. As she stroked, and her tits bounced, I started to breathe harder and harder.
"Take off your shirt." I did as she said.
"God you're so good at this," I huffed.
"Really?" she asked.