The Journey Ch 01 3

Saturday Evening

"Now that is how you wear a dress." Jessica Stewart blushed a little under her friend's compliment, although she had to agree with Margo. She balanced on her toes like a dancer, stretching her diminutive body.

"It's not too short, is it?" she asked, smoothing the blue silk across her flat stomach and legs. It didn't reach the middle of her thighs, but God did it make her legs look good.

"You are kidding me?" Margo asked incredulously, rolling onto her side and propping her head up on her elbow. "It's perfect!"

The curvy blonde giggled, swivelling to check out her rear. The thin material fit comfortably, although it definitely stretched taut in key places. "You can't see my knickers?" she asked.

The redhead on the bed squinted hard at the heart shaped curve of Jessica's round buttocks reflected in the mirror. "Nope," she confirmed, slithering off the bed. "But I can see your nipples. No bra, naughty girl..."

Jessica's deep brown eyes beamed at her taller friend as Margo brushed aside a strand of her honey blonde hair and smothered her lips in a fiery kiss.

The blonde felt her toes curl. Even after six months, she loved the way her friend's wet tongue felt against her own. Margo's hands skimmed along the back of her silk dress and cupped her firm buttocks. "So you are wearing something," she giggled, pulling back as her fingers traced the outline of her skimpy thong.

Jessica spun away, opening the door to her little room and skipping into the bathroom. "Of course I am," she called over her shoulder with a delicious giggle. "I'm not a slut!"

She opened her make-up case and began to consider her options. Glancing at the pretty face reflected back at her, the eighteen-year-old decided on soft, blue eye shadow to match the dress, along with dark eye-liner and mascara.

"Really, I've heard differently," Margo said from the door, a sexy beam on her face. The girl sighed. "I wish I could go to the Cooper's party."

Jessica shifted her attention back to her sexy friend as Margo leaned in the doorframe. Part of her wished her friend had received an invitation, particularly when she looked so good in those low-rise jeans and little tank top. But maybe it was for the best.

She knew how the night would play out if her friend did tag along. They'd drink too much, flirt with all the boys before getting bored and then sneak off somewhere to fool around with each other.

Tonight, Jessica had other plans.

Mainly, they had to do with her mother. Jess had convinced her unhappy mom to accept their invitation to the Cooper's Diamond Anniversary party tonight and wanted to make sure that her mother enjoyed herself.

She so rarely seemed to be able to let her hair down nowadays, but that was unsurprising the way things were between her parents. Her mother had once told her that she and her husband used to be happy, though Jessica couldn't remember when. All she knew was that for some time her parents had seemed lived separate lives.

Her father was often out with friends, drinking, playing cards... and that was when he wasn't working his fingers to the bone. She'd give him that—he'd always worked hard for a living.

Her mother, on the other hand, went out all too rarely. Her dad didn't approve. It was jealousy, of course. He'd married the prettiest girl in town and then gradually cut her off from all the friends she'd used to go out with. It was no fun to face a flurry of questions when she returned as to where she'd been and who she'd been with.

In the end, it avoided the arguments if she just stayed at home.

"Oh, hi, Mrs. Stewart," Margo's voice drew Jessica back from her thoughts.

"Hello, Margo, how are things?" Jessica's mother asked a little absently.

"Great, although I'm a little jealous that you two get to go to a party at the Cooper's!"

Amanda Stewart gave the redhead a weak smile. "Then you can be my proxy. I'm not feeling too well, anyway—"

"Oh no you don't, Mom!" Jessica broke in. "You're not getting off that easily."

"Jessica, I don't think this is a good idea after all. Your father's out of town and—"

"And nothing. It's perfect! And you promised we'd have a drink for my eighteenth birthday." The older woman sighed. She was still in her khaki shorts and t-shirt, clearly unprepared. "Please, Mom. It would mean a lot to me," Jessica added, trying for a softer angle.

She understood her mom's hesitation. It all stemmed back to another party she'd been to, years ago. A man named Barry Levinson had tried to kiss her mom. It was all harmless enough, but not to her father. The bastard had slapped her mother across the face and told her what he'd do if he ever caught her 'cheating' again.

That was so ridiculous. Cheating? Jessica knew for a fact that her father had been with other women behind her mother's back. Hell, her mother probably knew that, too. She wasn't an idiot.

Mrs. Stewart hesitated, her resolve crumbling. Of course she'd go, in the end. She'd do anything for her only child. But...

"You're not going out in that dress!"

"You don't like it?" Jessica giggled, knowing her mother wouldn't stop her.— "I bet you wore things like this all the time when you were my age." She'd seen the photos and knew it was true.

Amanda Stewart's face broke into a soft smile. "Well, in that case, I definitely should go along. You need a chaperone, young lady."

"And you need to get ready!" Her mother looked so pretty when she smiled. She did it so rarely these days...

"I suppose I can dig something up."

"Have I told you how hot your mom is?" Margo whispered once she and Jessica were alone again.

"Marg! Shut up!" Jessica giggled, picking up her lip gloss.

It was true, though. Her mother had kept herself in great shape, despite her husband's neglect—or maybe because of it? And with him out of town, maybe the stars were aligning for Mrs. Amanda Steward to finally let her hair down. Jess hoped so. It made such a difference to the atmosphere when her mom was happy.

"She definitely has your tits," the taller redhead said huskily, sauntering up behind her. Jessica breathed heavily as she watched in the mirror as her friend reached beneath her arms, cupping her healthy breasts. "Same, soft hair," she whispered, nuzzling Jessica's golden locks to the side with her face before placing a soft kiss on the inside of her neck. "Same creamy, pale skin." Another kiss. "Same freckles." Jessica shivered, feeling herself grow wet. Their gaze met in the mirror. "Same sexy, bedroom eyes."

"Stop!" the blonde gasped, reluctantly breaking free of Margo's trance. "If you mess up my make-up, I'm going to kill you!"

The girls giggled. "Oh, Jess, I'm going to miss you next year. You sure you don't want to come to Uni with me? You could get in easily."

Jessica sighed as she adjusted the dress. It had shifted under Margo's groping hands, but in the end, she decided she liked the way it had made her breasts even more prominent.

The eighteen year-old had done well at school and University offered a way out of her unhappy home. But Uni wasn't for her. She wanted to work. Preferably with kids. She'd made a tidy sum babysitting for several families on the estate and found that she adored spending time with children.

Looking after the Spencer's two boys when their mother was in hospital had convinced her of her vocation: she wanted to be a full time nanny. No responsibilities other than the kids under her control, and a chance to treat them even better than their parents could. A chance to make up for her own upraising.

Until she had her own children, of course. She wanted lots!

Finding a position was proving harder than she'd expected. She had references from families as prominent as the Cooper's (the Cooper grand children were naturally spoiled, but if her invitation to tonight's party was any indication, she must have left a good impression). She had the experience and She had imagined that on reaching her eighteenth birthday last week there'd be plenty of choice. How wrong could she be? What was out there was being filled by people with connections, it seemed. That just wasn't fair!

She'd written after a couple of positions she'd seen advertised on the internet—one in Ireland and the other in Devon—and was desperate for a reply.

"Still haven't heard back?" Margo asked, reading her thoughts.

"Not yet."

"You will!" she comforted. "I've seen you with kids. You're brilliant!"

"Thanks, Marg." Jessica forced a smile. No point worrying about that now, she thought, checking herself out in the mirror again. "So, think I can pull a guy with this dress?" Her smiled turned genuine, her cute dimple forming in her chin.

"You can pull me," the redhead giggled, stepping forward before Jess stopped her.

"Uh!" she held out her hand. "You come no further. Remember what I said about the make-up and the killing..."

"There are parts of you without make up on..." Margo teased, sliding her finger to the short hem of Jessica's dress.

The blonde rolled her eyes. "Not with my mom in the next room, slut."

"You're the one who just asked me..." Margo shook her head. "Never mind." she laughed. "By the way, your nipples are showing."

"I know," Jessica replied crookedly. She lived for sex and new experiences and tonight she might just find another. Picking up her clutch bag, she nodded at her reflection as if the gesture confirmed the thought. Some boy was going to get lucky tonight...

***

Rodney Brownlee allowed the warm shower to cover his naked body. Reaching down, he held his large penis, softly stroking it until he was half erect. It was his pride and joy.

He knew he wasn't the most quick witted of individuals. Nor was he the best looking. Most of his male friends were heading off to University soon, but he'd be taking up a position in his father's business. 'Brownlee's – for everything you want in bathrooms'.

It was good enough for me, his dad had seriously told him when offering him the position, so it's good enough for you.

Okay, the thought didn't set him alight, but he'd already worked their part time and knew the ropes. Besides, it would be steady money and one day he would inherit the lot. Or so he hoped.

In the meantime, he'd enjoy himself the way he knew best.

It had taken some time to realise the 'power' he possessed. At school, he'd originally been at the back of the queue as far as girls were concerned. His friends were either intelligent, good looking or blessed with a sporting prowess that seems to be a magnet for the female sex.

Who wanted to go out with the quiet one when there were so many better catches around?

But things had suddenly changed. He had one thing that his friends hadn't. And he was the envy of them all. Hell man, Barry Johnston had told him one day in the school showers. With a cock that big, you'd make it big in the adult film industry.

Once news of his size spread, attitudes changed. Girls who'd never given him a second look before quickly became interested. All of a sudden, it was easy to get dates and even easier to get them to handle his monster. Okay, it was his cock they were interested in rather than him, but he was fine with that. For a former shy kid, a steady stream of blowjobs (and as he grew older, sex) were as good as any steady relationship.

It was just as well he wasn't naive sexually. How could he, with parents like his? When the other guys weren't teasing him about the size of his dick, they were joshing him about his mom and dad. Is it true they're really swingers was a question he was tired of answering.

When he found out what a swinger was, he was incredulous. That couldn't be his parents, could it? It took him longer than most, but he eventually put two and two together. They often entertained other couples when he wasn't home.

Now he knew why.

Then the curiosity got the better of him. Once, he'd snuck home early, knowing that his parents were entertaining. One look through a gap in the curtains had confirmed his suspicions. His mom had been with Lou Coffin, the local big shot. And his dad had been fucking Sandra, Lou's buxom girlfriend. All of them in the same room. His sitting room!

He was pretty sure that Sandra had seen him peeking through the curtains as she rode his father. Maybe she didn't know it was him, but from the way she kept glancing over at the curtains, he was sure she realised she was being watched. He'd spilt gallons when he'd cum against the wall of the house.

Any inhibitions Rodney may have had about sex disappeared from that moment. He vowed to get his fair share. So far, he hadn't been disappointed. Most of the local girls had experienced his deadly weapon. And none had been disappointed.

Jessica Stewart was the exception. Not only had he not had the opportunity to try anything on, they hadn't even had much conversation together. Allright, he'd seen her look at him occasionally, as if attempting to check out his package. And he'd devoured her body on a few occasions. But that had only been with his eyes.

The trouble was that either she was going out with someone, or he was. The good news for him right now was that that particular situation had temporarily changed. He was between girlfriends and from what he understood Jessica didn't have a current boyfriend either.

And she'd be at tonight's party for sure!

His dick hardened further in his hand as he thought of that body of hers. He'd always loved curvy women, just like Sandra. The cute and well-liked Jessica not only had curves in all the right places, she flaunted them.

Damn, there just wasn't enough time to masturbate...

***

Natalie Walker's mobile phone buzzed once on the marble counter of her bathroom, the square outer screen lighting up. She heard it as she stepped from the shower, wrapping a fluffy white towel around her svelte body.

She could read that she had a new text, despite the steamed up screen. It brought a shiver of apprehension to the brunette that dripped like ice water down her spine. She suspected who it was from. A sixth sense, perhaps? This was getting out of hand...

Ignoring the irresistible temptation to look for a moment, she threw open the bathroom door. Steam billowed out as more refreshing colder air filled her lungs.

The master bedroom was as sumptuous as the rest of the Walker home. She dug her bare feet into the plush carpeting, crossing over to the floor-length mirror in the corner. Once upon a time, she remembered the kinkiness of watching herself in this mirror from the bed as her husband took her from behind. Sadly, those days were long gone...

Slipping out of the white towel, the long haired brunette appraised the firmness of her naked body. Not bad after three kids, was it? She'd certainly worked hard enough for it. The end result was that she was in better shape than she'd ever been in her life. Her small, dark nipples sat beautifully high on her small, perky breasts—though they were larger now, after the kids, pushing a mid-range B-cup.

Her arms were toned without going overboard, and her flat stomach actually showed the beginnings of a six-pack. She'd rewarded herself by getting her belly button pierced—something she'd always wanted to do when she was younger but felt silly about doing. Now a pale pink gem shaped into a heart dangled in the centre of her tanned abs.

Her eyes drifted lower to the thin black landing strip of pubic fur.. She'd often thought of going bare, but Bobby had never been in favour. Her husband thought that look was for sluts. That thought excited her. Sometimes in her masturbatory fantasies she was a slut—clean shaved and as hot as hell!

Natalie cocked her hip to the right and stretched her body upwards, posing. She still had it, she thought to herself. Still able to turn heads. Still with the body of a runway model, even if she did have a few more lines around her eyes.

Dan Rogers didn't seem to mind...

Just thinking his name and her knees trembled a little. Pretty, fair-haired guys had never really been her thing, but there was something about the way he looked at her with those baby blue eyes... it reminded her of the way Bobby used to look at her when they'd first met.

The golden boy of the firm was the most successful litigation expert in London. He was also regarded by most of the girls in the business as the office player. Some of the secretaries had complained of his wandering hands. Others had willingly succumbed.

Natalie had been on a par with him in terms of expertise and ranking until she got pregnant with her first child. She'd tried to keep up with her job and raising Jenny, but when the twins came along she realised it was too much. Raising three kids was a full time occupation and despite the legal firm trying to talk her out of it, she had no choice but to relinquish her partnership at Williams, Kenwright and Cooper.

After a three-year hiatus, she was back. As much as she loved her three kids, Natalie realized that she wasn't a stay-at-home mother. She needed more to fill her days than children's programming and nap times. She wanted to experience the thrill of the courtroom again and the pressure of a deadline that didn't involve someone's bedtime.

It was summertime, so finding a sitter to watch the kids for a few hours every Monday had been pretty easy—though finding a more permanent solution was proving a nightmare. The part time work at the firm was enough to whet her appetite but she knew she'd need more sooner rather than later. She needed a fulltime nanny and despite already putting out feelers, she'd drawn a complete blank.

Slipping into a lacy white thong and strapless bra, she wandered back into the bathroom and retrieved her mobile. Flipping it open, she scrolled to her new text.

Can't wait to see you tonight...

It reminded her that the litigation prep was just part of the reason she looked forward to going into work on Mondays. She'd only been back for three weeks and the competitive jousts with Dan Rogers had already begun. So had the less appropriate sexual banter.

Natalie shivered again, this time the pleasant sensations ending in a tingle between her legs. Her marital status had never been a barrier to him. He'd told her how attractive he found her and had pestered her for a date almost from the moment he'd joined the firm.

She'd resisted, of course, but there was always that temptation. That was exactly the problem with Dan. Despite her better judgement, Natalie found herself thinking about him all the time, always accompanied by a warm, fuzzy feeling. She wouldn't be surprised if she ever caught herself writing his name next to hers while daydreaming in a board meeting.

Then there was the limo ride incident. Three years ago, but the memory was still fresh. They'd been entertaining a couple of important clients all evening. The champagne had flowed freely and so had the flirting. Natalie wasn't new to this game, she knew exactly how to use her beauty without offering more.

With Dan's help, they had the two guys eating out of their hands.

On the ride home, after dropping them off, she let Dan kiss her. She could have blamed it on the champagne. Or on the successful night. Or on the crunch and smell of the expensive leather behind her back. But the truth was, she'd wanted him to. She'd kissed him back as hard and willingly as he kissed her. And when his hand had dropped across her breasts, she didn't push it away. It inflamed her further.

Heck, she'd even stroked him through his trousers, feeling how hard he was because of her. Thank goodness the limo had reached her house before things had totally got out of hand...

Bobby walked in on the sexy recollection just as she was rolling her nude-coloured stay-ups. With one long leg propped up on the bed, the other taut and supporting her weight despite her heels, the scene was straight out of the graduate.