Jerome's Visit

My friend Jerome was going to be in town, which was a blessing and a curse. Jerome is the kind of person who always makes things happen. My wife hates him. I've been sober for eleven years, so suffice it to say that I'm the kind of person who likes things to happen, but maybe also the kind of person who knows that a lot of things that happen aren't so good for any of us.

Because my wife hates him so much, Jerome never stays with us when he visits, and I go out with him a few evenings and let my wife put the kids to bed. It was the second evening we were out that he made the amazing thing happen. He was staying in an airbnb, and he said I should just meet him there, and we could figure out where to go to dinner from there. Jerome claimed to hate making plans, but that had always been a cover for the fact that he just didn't like talking about plans. He almost always had a plan and had painstakingly crafted it, but he didn't want to negotiate in advance about it. That's always been fine with me. I actually do hate making plans, and have eaten some of the best meals of my life with Jerome.

Anyway, I arrived at the airbnb and knocked on the door. I heard Jerome's voice from inside yell "come on in" so I did. I walked right into a pretty nice living room, and there she was standing there, her hair wet as if she had just stepped out of the shower and into her unmatched lace underwear. There was a lamp positioned so its light fell right on her incredible body, as if it had been meticulously placed to illuminate her breasts and belly and thighs. Her body was even more magnificent than I had imagined, and I had imagined it a lot. She looked up at me in shock, and bent over covering her breasts over her green lace bra.

"What the fuck Jerome? This wasn't part of the deal. How the fuck do you know Jonathan?"

I just stood there in the door in shock. Whatever was happening was not OK, I knew that. I could tell that from her voice, but I was frozen in place. I couldn't put the pieces of the puzzle together yet. My old friend is visiting from out of town. I go to his apartment so we can go out to have a nice meal and catch up. And standing in the living room, bathed in a bright light, is my kid's tutor who I've had a crush on for months, in her underwear with wet hair. I look over at Jerome, but he's looking at her.

"Oh grow up," he says. "I told you it wasn't going to be just me. You knew the score."

She's still bent over kind of covering her breasts, but she hasn't left where she was standing. She also hasn't looked me in the eye. She's not even really looking at Jerome.

"Jesus, man," she says, "if you wanted to see me naked so badly, you could have just asked. You didn't have to get your friend to trick me." At first I didn't realize it, but this was directed at me. She sounded annoyed and maybe disgusted more than angry.

"I swear, I had no idea about this! Jerome didn't tell me anything. Jerome, what the fuck?!" I finally managed to say, my voice rising. "I told you all that the other night in confidence." Now maybe my voice sounded more like I was whining than angry, and that didn't seem like a good look, so I corrected myself, and used my stern adult voice "Jerome, this is unacceptable. Get Caitlin her clothes right now." But nobody moved.

"Oh please Jonny. You didn't tell me that your biggest fear is dying without seeing your kid's tutor's naked tits and expect nothing to happen. You've known me too long for me to believe that. Listen, I get it that you're both surprised, but this can play out in one of two ways, and I feel pretty confident that we're all going to choose the same way once we calm down a little. I know me and Jon want the same thing, and I'm pretty sure Caitlin wants that option too. Right baby?"

"Don't fucking baby me, you creep. Don't be so sure you know what I want." But again, she didn't move. She was still standing there right in front of that lamp, shining its bright light on her incredible body, even if she was hunched over using her arms to hide as best she could as much as she could.

Jerome smiled a big smile, and I realized that he was pretty drunk. That was his I'm pretty drunk but not yet out of control smile.

Jerome said it slowly, like he was speaking to a child or someone who had trouble understanding simple concepts. "I want to see you naked; Jonny wants to see you naked; and you want the 1,000 bucks I promised you. We're all on exactly the same page. But obviously, you decide. You agreed to strip naked and let me and a friend watch you pose while we jerk off if I gave you $1,000. That deal is still on the table. Or obviously you can change your mind and get dressed and walk out the door without the money. You never asked if my friend was someone you know, so feel free to change your mind now if you want. But we've got a dinner reservation in an hour, so don't take too long deciding."

I was still in complete shock, but honestly the first thing I thought was, how is it that the amount I pay Caitlin to tutor my kid for a fucking week is enough to get her to strip naked in an airbnb while two guys jerk off? Admittedly, that's not a normal week, but I've probably paid her forty times that much over the time I've known her. The whole fucking time thinking that woman is the sexiest person I've ever seen in my life. If I could just see those tits I would die a happy man. Every time she looked up at me in that tutoring center with those fucking gigantic blue green eyes, all I thought was, God Dammit. God Fucking Dammit. I even think her ears are sexy. Her fucking ears.

She didn't look up at Jerome, she looked up at me. She straightened out and stood her full 5'3" and (still covering her breasts with her arm) she looked at me. Right at me.

"OK, Jon, what's it going to be? Is Jerome right that you want me to go through with this? Is he even going to pay me the money?"

"Oh, he'll pay you the money. Jerome may be a fucking asshole, but he is not a cheat. You have my word on that."

"But you didn't answer the question, Jon. What do you want me to do? You want to see it all? You want to see what you've been imagining for all this time, you fucking pig. You've been undressing me with your eyes for two fucking years, right there in front of your wife. Right there in front of your kid, you sick fuck. Now's your chance. What do you want?"

"What do I want? What do I want? Are you kidding me? I want you to take off that bra. Then I want you to slide down those panties. Then I want your arms right there down by your side so I can take a good long look. What do you think I want? Are you kidding me?"

And she looked at me, not smiling, not really showing any emotion at all. Maybe interest. She looked at me like she was interested, and she unhooked her bra and slip it off her shoulders and dropped it on the ground. And she slid her panties down off her hips and down her legs and stepped out of them too. Then just like I asked, she hung her arms down by her side and stood in the glare of that lamp completely naked. Her pussy was trimmed, not bare, just like I was hoping, and I could see her pubic bone, more prominent than on some women. It was perfect. Her belly button was deep and her belly had some softness to it. Her breasts are indescribable. I'm not even going to try. Her wet hair lay down on her shoulders until she gave a defiant little flip and whipped it off and behind her.

I looked over at Jerome and he already had his hard cock out and was sliding his hand up and down its shaft. So, I sat down on an armchair by the door, undid my belt and took my cock out too. I spat some thick spit on my hand and started spreading it up and down my hard hard cock too. She looked right in my eyes.

"This what you've been waiting for? This what you want?" She was talking directly to me and Jerome knew better than to say anything at this point.

I was looking too deep into her eyes to answer at first. But then I found my voice. "Yes, Caitlin. I've been waiting for this. What about you?" She hesitated and so I interrupted whatever she was about to say, "Stand up straight, Caitlin. Let me see those tits."

She arched her back so her breasts were more prominent. "Like this?"

Her breathing was getting deep and a little jagged. I hadn't noticed that before, but the tattoo on her ribs was rising and falling fast. Like a flower blowing in a breeze. Like a storm is coming up and the flowers are the first to feel the wind coming with all its power. So they bend and bend.

"Put your hands up over your head Caitlin. I want to see you better." She did it and then I could really see her ribs rising and falling catching when her breath was at its deepest. All of a sudden it occurred to me, she was moments away from coming. All it would take was one well-placed finger. I was about to come too, so I said, "Caitlin, you want me to come?"

And she said, "Yes please."

And I said, "you come too." And she leaned her body back against the wall, still standing, and took her hands down from off her head and slid her finger, two fingers, into her wet wet pussy and that flower on her ribs shook and shook like the storm had finally hit and was tearing up the whole fucking town. I expected to see a cow in a tree with a fencepost through its gut. I expected to see a house on top of the church steeple. That's how hard she came. That's how hard I came. And then I just lay back and closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath for second.

When I opened my eyes, she was already back in those black panties and green bra and was starting to pull on a print dress over her head. Jerome had ten hundred dollar bills in a roll and he was unrolling it so he could count them out for her.

"That's OK, I trust you," she said, and she took the money in one hand while pulling on her sandals. "See you on Monday Jonny." And she was out the door. I put my cock away, washed my hands, and Jerome and I had the best tapas I had ever eaten. I had never even heard of the place.