Jill's Lost Weeend

Friday. 6:30am

Jill Reese woke up to the sound of the alarm on her phone going off. "Ugh." she thought to herself, wishing she had just 15 more minutes of sleep before she had to get up and get ready for the day. Without opening her eyes, she reached over to her nightstand to silence her phone like she's done countless times before. Even though her eyes were closed, she could still sense the morning sunlight starting to peek through the curtains. Just 15 more minutes of sleep, and she would be good to go. And just like clockwork, every time her alarm went off and she needed a little extra sleep, she would feel the rustling next to her. Her husband, Derek, never seemed to need the extra 15 minute routine. Instead, Derek's routine was that he always woke up instantly ready for the day. Oftentimes, it would also mean that he was also ready for a quick morning sex session. Jill sensed that this morning would be one of those times.

Derek gently rolled over to get closer to Jill on her side of the bed. He lovingly draped his arm around her, and began to spoon her. Jill was right. She could feel his semi-erect manhood against her rear as he held her tighter. He attempted to lay there and hug her for a bit, but his hormones started to get the best of him. His body started stirring, and instead of a loving hug, he began to slowly caress Jill.

"We have time to mess around, don't we?" Derek whispered into Jill's ear.

"We really don't." Jill thought to herself. She really wasn't in the mood, and she was still sleepy. Plus, she really really didn't have much time today.

Earlier this year, Jill enrolled at UCLA to complete her graduate studies in Chemistry, and she had class today. Plus, she was a teaching assistant for Professor Arnold and she had to supervise one of his labs in the afternoon. But, she also thought, she and Derek were finally trying to conceive a child, and every chance at sex was an opportunity for that to happen. "Fine." she grunted, sleep dust still in her eyes. "But make it quick, I don't have a lot of time." she said as she removed her pajama shorts and panties.

Derek couldn't believe his luck. Typically Jill isn't in the mood in the mornings, and especially not weekday mornings, so he jumped at the rare chance. He began to kiss her earlobe and caress her hips and breasts. "What are you doing?" Jill asked. "We don't have time or that. Hurry before I change my mind." Derek didn't need any other instruction. He quickly removed his pajama bottoms and underwear, and he spread Jill's legs apart to make enough room for him to enter her from behind.

Because of their schedules, it had been 2 straight weeks since he and Jill last had sex, so Derek didn't want to waste time finding the lube in his nightstand, and possibly ruining the moment. He just spit into his palm, and rubbed his shaft with his own saliva. Then after a few blind attempts, his penis finally found her vagina. He began his rhythmic pumping.

Meanwhile, Jill was still laying on her side. In the same position she was in when she rolled over to turn off her alarm. Her eyes were still shut. The only slight difference was that her legs were now spread a little apart, and her husband was quickly fucking her from behind. "It's not quite the extra 15 minutes of sleep I needed, but at least I'm still in bed, somewhat resting." she thought.

To hurry things along, Jill lifted her shirt up. She knew Derek could not resist her chest. Jill has always been proud of her perfectly shaped D cups. She developed early, and has been getting attention from boys because of them for years. As expected, Derek jumped at the chance to fondle her tits, and as soon as he did, she felt his warm cum begin to shoot up into her.

Derek rolled off as soon as he finished. "Thanks, babe! That was great!" He jumped out of bed and started to head to the shower. "Sorry, I'm going to have to run this morning. I just want to pack a few more things, and jump in the shower. I want to be out of here by 7:30 to catch my flight." Jill heard the bathroom door shut, and the shower began to run.

Jill laid there, semen seeping out of her vagina onto the bed. She added 'clean the sheets' to her mental to-do list.

Since moving to Los Angeles from Indianapolis this year for Derek's job, Jill has had difficulty making a new friend group, so she has been spending a lot of time at home when she wasn't at school. This weekend would be no exception. Derek would be gone at a work conference in Las Vegas the entire time, so she was planning on staying home and catching up on some things to do around the house. Cleaning the sex-stained sheets would be one of those things.

After a few minutes, the shower finally turned off, and Derek made his way to the kitchen to make some coffee. Jill got up, removed the rest of her clothing, and headed to the shower. In the bathroom, she admired herself in the mirror. At 5'7", she considered herself the perfect height for a woman. Not too tall, not too short. She gently rubbed her breasts, her feature she was most proud of, and the feature that people typically noticed first. She looked at her long brown hair and blue eyes, such an underrated feature combination. Often people compared her to a young Lynda Carter. With Jill being only 29, she wasn't extremely familiar with who that was exactly, but after a quick image search on Google, Jill was pleased with the comparison.

Jill turned on the water, and got into the shower. She loved how the warm water just flowed over her skin, making her feel refreshed. Her time alone in the shower was one of her favorite times of the day. She got lost in her thoughts, and just stood there motionless under the falling water, enjoying the sensations.

Derek suddenly knocked on the door, and interrupted her from her minor feeling of bliss. "Honey, my Uber is here, so I've got to go. I'll call you later. See you on Monday! Love you. Bye!" Derek yelled through the door. And he was gone. Jill was now alone. It would be the first time that she and Derek wouldn't be together since moving to LA. The feeling of loneliness started to creep in.

Friday. 3:30pm

All and all, it had been a pretty uneventful day for Jill. She had her 'Methods of Chemical Biology' class earlier in the day, and she just finished supervising Professor Arnold's 'Introductory Chemistry' lab. Whereas her graduate level classes were filled with all students in their mid 20s, the lab was attended exclusively by college Freshman. Jill was typically an introverted person, so she never really speaks up much during her own graduate classes, so she has had a hard time meeting new people there. For labs, she was required to interact with the students to conduct the lab, but due to the age difference, she had very little in common with any of them. In addition, it would be extremely inappropriate for her to make friends with any of the students in her lab.

The lab ended, and all of the students filed out of the room, talking amongst themselves. They all seemed to be discussing their plans for the weekend. Jill felt a little pang of jealousy.

Jill looked down at her desk and collected papers that she would have to grade this weekend. Another item added to her mental to-do list. Suddenly, a knock at the classroom door startled her. She heard a female voice say "Hello! You're Jill, right?" Jill looked up from her desk and saw a girl she recognized from her 'Methods of Chemical Biology' class earlier this morning.

"Yeah, I'm Jill. I'm sorry, I'm bad with names, I'm not sure if I remember yours.", Jill stammered.

"Oh, no worries, I'm Catherine, but everyone calls me Cat. We're in class together, and I am Professor Gupta's teaching assistant. I just finished supervising his lab next door. Figure I'd swing by and say 'hi'"

Jill was relieved and excited. Maybe this was the beginning of connecting with a new friend group. Cat was as cute as a button with a bubbling personality. She was petite 5'3" with shoulder length blonde hair. Very fit. If Jill would have guessed, she would have thought maybe she was a cheerleader when she was an undergraduate..

Jill and Cat made small talk for a while, and Cat finally said "Hey, listen, I have to run, but I was planning on going out for drinks tonight and was looking for someone to join me. Would you be down?"

Jill thought for a bit, and what she had on her agenda. Cleaning sex-stained sheets, grading papers, and picking up the apartment. It didn't take her long to leap at the chance to have a little fun and possibly make a new friend. "I'm down!"

"Great. Let's meet at 7 o'clock at Mom's Bar." Cat said. "Let's exchange numbers."

After putting each other into their contact lists, Jill said "I'll see you tonight. I can't wait!" Jill then excitedly rushed home to get ready.

Friday. 8:00pm

Jill sat at the bar alone. She was on her second Double-Barrel Martini. She originally planned on just having one for a social lubricant, but after waiting more than an hour for Cat to show, she needed another just to pass the time and deaden her sadness. Jill didn't want to send Cat a text for fear that she was playing a big practical joke on her. Jill's self-doubt made her think that Cat had convinced her to get dressed up and go out to the bar just to ditch her for a big laugh with all of the other classmates. Just as Jill ordered her third martini, her phone alerted her to a text message.

"Jill, I am so sorry!!! I am going through some drama with an ex who showed up at my door just as I was leaving to come meet you. I tried texting you earlier, but he grabbed my phone, thinking I was texting some guy. I just got it back. Right now he's locked himself in my bathroom, and is refusing to leave. I can probably make it to Mom's in about an hour or two if that's ok."

, Cat texted.

"Cat, it's ok. I'm actually not feeling 100%. Maybe we can do it another day."

, Jill responded.

"Well then 'another day' is going to be tomorrow. I have a gig as eye candy at some charity event tomorrow afternoon. I was supposed to go with my roommate, but she bailed. Would you go with me? It's an easy $500 for a couple hours of work, and all you have to do is look pretty. There are supposed to be a number of celebs there. PLEASE GO WITH! I'm begging you!"

, Cat texted.

Jill thought about it for a minute. It really seemed like Cat was being sincere and the event could be fun. Jill sent

"Sure"

.

"YAY!!! It's going to be so much fun! Text me your address, and I'll swing by around 1. We can pre-party."

, Cat texted.

Jill texted Cat her address and a simple thumbs-up.

After Jill was finished with her text exchange, she realized that her third martini had just been given to her. She wasn't in the mood to stay at the bar, and she didn't want to waste the martini that she just bought, so she finished the drink quickly and made her way to leave.

On her way to the door, Jill started to feel the effects of the alcohol. While she was sitting, everything seemed fine, but as she walked, her balance was definitely off. She stumbled as she slowly made her way to the exit. She was just wanting to get outside and get some fresh air when she suddenly ran into a group of kids, presumably UCLA students, all coming into the bar at the same time. There were about 6 of them, and they all seemed to know each other, as they were all laughing together. Jill somewhat stumbled, and fell into the closest student, who caught her.

"Ms. Reese?" asked the young student.

Jill looked up and saw Anthony Rossi, one of the Freshman students from her lab. Anthony was a good student. Quiet and respectful in class. Always gets his work done. Plus he was a good looking kid. All of 18 years old. Definitely Italian parents or grandparents, as he had more of an olive-toned skin color, and jet black hair. He was a few inches taller than Jill, and he looked like maybe he kept in shape with sports or weights.

"Oh, hi Anthony. Sorry about that. I was just on my way out. I must have tripped."

"What?" Anthony yelled jokingly. "I've never seen you outside the lab, and now I see you out at Mom's. We've got to have a drink first."

"Um, but I've got to..." Jill tried to say, but her excuse was drowned out by all of the noise.

"Everybody, this is Ms. Reese. By far the coolest TA at UCLA. And I'm probably not supposed to say it, but I'm a bit buzzed, but she's the hottest TA too!" Anthony yelled to all of his friends. They all cheered in response.

Even in her state, Jill couldn't help but to feel a bit flattered, and she began to redden. Anthony slyly put his arm around her waist to gently direct her back inside. "What are you drinking?" he said once they got to the bar.

"Martini, but I've had way too many. Just a water would be great." Jill tried to yell over the music, which had gotten louder as the night had gotten later.

Anthony had misheard what she said, and ended up ordering martini and a water for her.

They sat at the bar for about 30 minutes making small talk. As they talked, Jill absent-mindingly kept drinking the martini Anthony had ordered for her. She was definitely not used to drinking this much alcohol in a night, and it really started to hit her. She excused herself, and made her way to the bathroom.

Once she got into an unoccupied stall, the room began to spin. She was having difficulty remembering why she was out, where her husband was, and why she was so drunk. The only thing she could think to do was to force herself to throw up just to get some of the alcohol out of her system. So, she stuck her finger down her throat, and began to heave. Since she didn't eat yet, most of what she expelled was just liquid. She was hoping that she was getting at least some of the martini out of her system so she could make her way home.

She left the stall, and got some water from the faucet sink to rinse out her mouth. There was a girl next to her that was fixing herself in the mirror. She pulled out a tin of mints, and popped one into her mouth. "Oh my God, could you please spare one of those? I'm desperate." Jill pleaded. She didn't want to have to go back into the bar with puke breath.

"Uh, sure, I guess." the girl responded, and gave her one of the tablets. She had wondered why this older woman, who was wearing a wedding ring, would be interested in taking MDMA, but to each her own. "Maybe she just wants to get freaky with her husband." the girl silently thought to herself.

Friday. 10:00pm

Jill was out on the dance floor at Mom's. Everything seemed so intense. Colors were brighter, music was louder, her skin was extremely sensitive. She wanted to touch everyone and everything, and this included Anthony. Since Jill started rolling, she could not keep her hands off of him. In any other bar, what she was doing would seem borderline obscene, but in this college bar, no one really even noticed...except for Anthony.

"Ms. Reese. Are you sure you're ok?" Anthony yelled over the music.

"I love it when you call me 'Ms. Reese'! It's super-cute. And, yeah, I'm doing great! The best I've felt in years! I can hear colors! I can see the music!" Jill said loudly, and she continued to run her hands all over Anthony's body.

Without any warning, Jill just stopped dancing altogether. She looked down at herself, and saw that she was drenched in sweat. Her entire body was covered. She yelled to Anthony, "I just realized how sweaty I am! This is gross! I think I'm going to wash off in the bathroom."

"What's gross would be cleaning up in a dirty bar bathroom. Tell you what, my dorm is close by. There are showers there that you can use. Plus I have some clothes you can wear instead of putting back on your sweaty stuff." Anthony suggested smoothly.

In her state, Jill wasn't thinking normally. "Sounds like a plan!" Jill gleefully screamed. Not realizing what she was agreeing to would change her life forever.

Friday. 11:00pm

Jill stood in the shower, enjoying life's little pleasures. With the effects of the molly, the shower felt even more intense and pleasurable than she's ever experienced before. She felt as though she could feel each individual drop of water hit her skin. The smell from the soap was the most fragrant she's ever experienced. It was especially enjoyable to feel the water cascade over her nipples, one of her most favorite erogenous areas.

After an exceptionally long time in the shower, she reluctantly turned off the water. She found the towel she brought, dried herself off with it, and wrapped it around her. The effects of the molly increased the intensity at which she could feel the cotton gently caress nipples, which were now extra sensitive. With all of the amplified sensations, she became quite aroused. She thought that this would be a fantastic time to surprise Derek with an unplanned session of love making. She tightened up the towel around her, and headed out of the bathroom.

It felt like a foggy dream when she walked back to her bedroom. Her apartment hallway that connected the bathroom to the bedroom seemed a lot longer than it did before. Plus there seemed to be a lot more doors than she remembered. She couldn't quite remember which door exactly was the one to her bedroom, so she kept trying to open each one. Oddly all of them were locked except the last one which was slightly ajar.

She stepped in to see Derek sitting at his desk in the almost completely dark bedroom, looking at something on his laptop. The computer screen was the only thing providing any light. "Good. You found your way back. Told you that would be better than a dirty bar bathroom." Derek said.

"That's odd." she thought. She had not remembered that they had a desk in their bedroom in their apartment. "He must have gotten it when I was at school today." She wasn't going to ask him about the desk right now because she had other things on her mind.

Jill approached Derek, dropped her towel, and then swung one leg over his chair so she could sit on his lap, straddling him. She then began to run her fingers through his hair. She pulled his head back, and kissed him passionately. Instantly she felt the denim of her jeans get tighter as it pressed against her exposed vagina.

She slowly got off of him, and made her way to the bed. While getting under the covers, she thought again that the bed seemed much smaller. Maybe he had to get a new bed to make room for the desk. She put it out of her mind, and patted the mattress, signaling for him to join her.

Derek clumsily started to strip. It was cute to watch. He was acting like he did when he was younger and got to see her naked for the first time. He started going through his desk drawers, urgently looking for something. "We don't need lube, I'm extremely wet and ready for you." Jill said.

"Not lube, condoms." Derek said.

"Silly boy, you know we don't need those now. Get in here before I start by myself." Jill purred.

Derek couldn't believe his ears. He jumped into bed. Without hesitation, he lowered his head down so that it was just hovering over Jill's vagina. He took in a deep breath to inhale the scent. He then exhaled, and blew gently on her exposed parts. Derek then used his tongue to concentrate on the areas all around her vagina. He began to lick her pelvis, her hips, her upper legs, and her inner thighs. He brought his hand up to caress her most intimate of areas. Using two fingers, he spread apart her lips, and then blew into her opening. Jill's body was responding to all of his intimate attention. She began to slowly writhe with pleasure. Derek admired watching her as he pleasured her. He had never had anyone as beautiful as Jill in his bed before.

With his palm, he began to softly massage the outside of her vagina. He used soft, long strokes to make sure every part of her pussy was felt by his touch. The intensity of the pleasure and anticipation of what was to come built up in Jill. She really thought she couldn't hold out any longer without some sort of relief when, thankfully, Derek began to finally lick her vagina. He used his tongue like a paintbrush, and her vagina was the canvas. She could feel him moving his tongue up and down, and then in a circular motion. He even went side to side at different times. Jill's clit became engorged like never before. And that's when Derek went to work. He focused all of the attention of his mouth onto her clit. Derek then used his right hand to hold her right shoulder, to keep her from involuntarily sliding away from him. He then used his left hand to insert two fingers into her to pleasure her g-spot. When he hit it just right, her hips bucked upwards. This had the added effect of pressing her nub even harder against Derek's tongue.