CHAPTER SEVEN: "CONTRASTS" (PART 1)
I
Jill was quite determined to not let the events of the morning and those prior to ruin her day or at least not until the evening. The lift was quietly taking her up to the top floor of
Dreams
. The INSET day was on. She would be observed, she knew that, as would be the other two girls Winnie and Jesse, but where the observers, Hollie and Katie, would be, she had not been told. Chances were they would be watching through one or more of the many cameras installed throughout the location.
She was angry with her sister. She was angry with Stuart. In fact, she was fuming and furious, but it was precisely that raging fury that made her not want to be stopped from fully enjoying herself. She would let go of any inhibitions if only to spite them both; particularly Stuart who was supposed to be her fucking loyal boyfriend, not falling in love with her bloody sister!
The lift reached its destination and the doors opened softly and quietly. There was nothing peaceful about the room into which she stepped, though.
Shouting permeated the space. Jesse, a tall, slim and well-tanned brunette, was standing over a male figure stretched atop a burgundy shaggy rug on the floor. She was wearing a white tie-up one-piece bodice, stretched tight, almost impossibly, across her breasts. Her long legs, making it difficult not to appreciate her firm ass, led all the way to a pair of shiny leather high heels. Jill stepped into the room onto the lino floor; her own white high heels pattering against it and making her presence obvious. She was wearing a similar bodice herself, the only difference being that hers was blue in colours. The third girl, the copper-shade-long-haired and pale-skinned Winnie, was wearing, yet again, the same outfit, but hers was bright pink. The wears had been selected for them, of course, by the secret observers of this scene.
Just as Jesse crouched down to sit on the young man's crotch with a nonchalant expression on her face, Jill approached him from behind and knelt behind his head. He was easy to recognise after seeing the photos of all the men they'd encounter that night that Hollie showed them; this was Gus, the nerdy looking 21-year-old and as far as she was concerned, the least attractive of the lot.
Jill and Winnie pushed down their bodices to make sure their tits came into view. Jesse pulled Gus up and kissed him hard on the mouth, then shouted, "You can't believe it, can you?" The wide-eyed Gus ignored being laughed at, particularly when Winnie fed him one of her large size D tits. He was immediately surrounded by the trio of gals, yelling and shouting at him as he willingly attached his mouth to Winnie's sizeable udders. Laughing out loud, Jill, got up to her feet and standing above and behind him, dangled her tits over his head.
She made him get up after this prelude and amongst the girly yammering, pulled down his trousers, relieved to see he was wearing no pants. Once his still flabby cock was in view, he was placed back down on the rug on his back and Jill began working on it while the other girls laughed and joked about his size. She hadn't noticed now, but later would realise that on a single bed behind her lied sprawled Jack, a curly-haired dark-skinned man, still wearing his trousers at this point, but bare-chested, watching the action, anxious to join but waiting his turn at this point.
This was not a morning for going slow. Winnie had just undone the bottom of her bodice, making her clean-shaven, smooth pussy available and while Jill sucked Gus's small dick, beginning to grow in her mouth, she sat on his face, grinding herself onto him. As he began to lick and suck her and she began to moan, Jesse came over to let a dribble of her spit down onto her asshole.
Jack now rose up from the bed and began hovering over them and Jill noticed him for the first time in the corner of her eye. His dark curly hair and slight stubble and a twinkle of mischief in his eye made him outright more attractive to her to the one she was currently sucking; alas, Jesse was nearer him and came on to him in a second leaving Winnie and Gus in a flash. They split -- Winnie and Jill taking Gus to the same bed where Jack had been previously and Jesse, obviously easily turned on by Jack, making him sit down on the rug and standing over him, now pressing his face against her pussy, having opened the bodice up for him. "Oh yeah," she muttered as he pressed his mouth and stuck his tongue against and inside her. She held him by his hair, a woman in charge getting what she wanted. It looked as though the bitch rode his mouth grabbing him by the mane, vibrating her hips against him, watching the slave give her the pleasure.
Meanwhile, Gus's dick was positively large and hard after Winnie and Jill had just worked on it together. Gus was lying propped up on a few pillows, his legs spread wide. Currently, Jill sucked hard on it while Winnie held it for her by his balls. Gus moaned loudly as if he was aching while Jill worked her magic on him, sucking him around his glans while Winnie's left wrist wrapped around his girth and massaged him up and down.
All this was put on hold for a second as more guys were just coming in through the same lift that had taken Jill here. Six more guys, to be precise.
II
The Embankment meeting never took place. Or to be exact, the meeting certainly did, but not in central London. Stuart was just walking briskly into the kitchen to pick up the house keys before leaving, intending to walk to the train station -- the easiest way to get there -- when the familiar beep of his phone cut through the silence of the house. It was barely 15 minutes after Jill had left. He took out the phone out of his pocket.
"Are you on your own?"
"Yes."
"Is my sister out?"
"She is."
"Can I come to yours? I want to."
Stuart stared at the screen for a while. He had not expected it. She was keen, very keen, but also quite brave. Getting anywhere near where her fuming sister lived at was dangerous and she had no way of knowing Jill would be out for the entire day.
"Sure, sweetie."
It was natural for him to tap that last word into the phone.
"Are you sure?"
"I want to see how you live."
Stuart dropped heavily onto the nearest sofa, his breath slightly ragged under this sudden twist. He exhaled in a feeble attempt to calm himself down. The images of the beautiful Lily kept flashing through his defenseless brain, mercilessly. Not like with the Dreams girls, though -- no. This was clearly different, even if he had no conscious understanding of it. In these images racing through his mind, as though in a dream one can't stop, she was not even naked. She was pure attractiveness itself: delicate lips, a dress sliding lightly past her knees, floating in a breeze, and her smiling fluttering innocent eyes and a pair of soft lips quivering shyly. That she would come to his house so willingly, he was finding rather hard to believe.
Another message.
"I'll be over in half an hour or so, my love... I know where you live."
In the next half hour, it would be difficult to describe Stuart as a human being. He was a figure possessed, pacing from one room to another, once venturing into the sunlit garden, attempting to quench his thirst with two glasses of cold water, yet his mouth remaining mysteriously dry. His palms felt clammy and sweat trickled from his forehead. He kept checking his phone for some more communication from her, but none came, resulting in his frustrated moans now and again. One would've thought he was eighteen again.
Finally, he positioned himself next to the front door, waiting like some aching minion.
Eventually, his wish was granted; when the door knocker tapped, a shiver went down his spine. Almost violently, he jerked the door open, then gasped at the sight of her.
To an average onlooker, it is likely that Lily would've looked pretty, but that's about it. But to Stuart -- consumed by his longing and emotion -- her every feature took on new meaning. She was wearing a white sleeveless shirt, exposing her tanned arms and a pale-blue floral dress, different to the one she had previously. Her long hair cascaded down onto her back past her shoulders.
For a moment or two, they stood on the threshold, just watching each other, an electric moment where sparks fly inaudibly. The moment would make a superb romantic movie scene. He was the first one to say it. "Wow." She smiled back, a perfect angelic smile of love. "I know. Wow."
He suddenly became aware they were standing there in the open, as though believing the entire street would be watching them. "Come in." He touched her on her shoulder -- first touch against her young, smooth skin. She shook lightly under his touch.
