This is the second chapter of Jessica and her Alta ego Delia. Everyone in this tale is above the age of consent being over 18.
This story is about a young girl continuing her journey of her sexual exploration. It again involves rough sex with an older man and submissive behaviour from all parties, but mainly the young girl. So if the thought of that offends you PLEASE STOP NOW!
Thoughts and feedback are welcome.
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Jess awoke early on Saturday morning, she shot straight up, not sure where she was. Jess only had a couple of hours sleep and was hungover, so piecing everything together came slowly for her. As her eyes acclimatised she realised she was in Kim's room on a mattress on the floor. Jess didn't remember how she got there.
Suddenly her memories from last night came back all at once, like a wave crashing over her. Thoughts of the bar, Hank and Jimbo, her dads revelations, his affair with Kim, the stories about her mum the whore, were all too real.
"Oh god, what happened last night?" Jess couldn't believe her own behaviour, discovering these memories as if they didn't happen to her not a few hours earlier.
It was like she had come out of a trance, and in a sense she had. As these were Delia's memories not Jessica's. More vivid thoughts of Hank and Jimbos rough treatment came into view in her mind. Jess was hungover, so she wasn't thinking clearly, but the vivid images of Hank and Jimbo abusing her body were all too real. As were the feelings of ecstasy and euphoria she remembered from last night.
Jess closed her eyes and reached down to her crotch and felt her pussy. She was not only feeling turned on from her exploits last night, she was also exploring, trying to tell if there was any damage from the hard fucking. At that moment Jess realised she was naked from the waist down and as she brought her other hand up to her nipple she felt the material of the tattered tank top which covered her massive chest.
It was still containing her huge tits, just about though, the top was stretched across her mammoth mounds and wouldn't last long. As jess thought more about Hank and Jimbo she started to rub her pussy more vigorously. "Mmmmmmm." Jess moaned, her free hand now pulling her top down feeing her glorious breasts breaths. Once her tits were free, the cool air made her nipples instantly rock hard and Jess cupped one of her large tits, giving it a squeeze and rolling her hard nipple with her thumb and index finger.
As she stated to rub faster she pulled on her nipple and another moan escaped her lips "Ooooohhhh." It was at this moment that Kim stirred causing her bed to rock and snapped Jess back. Jess held her breath not wanting to wake her friend. 'What are you doing,' she thought. 'You can't be turned on by those old bikers?!' No, no she wasn't. She was hungover and confused, Jess reassured herself.
Jess surveyed her surroundings, it looked like the normal teenage room Jess and Kim had spent so much time in on sleep overs, chatting about life and boys into the early hours. No sign of the betrayal she felt from her long-time friend. Not only had she had a sexual awakening yesterday but her friendship with Kim had been thrown into turmoil with all the revelations about her parents, especially Kim's relationship with her father.
Kim was sill fast asleep and Jess was a little hung over, which added to her anger. She decided she couldn't go back home but she couldn't stay here. She needed to be somewhere safe but the only friend Jess had, who she could turn to at 8 o'clock on a Sunday morning, was the friend whose room she was currently in. Jess put her head in her hands and started to cry, a muffled whimper could be made out through her hands, as tears rolled down her cheek, what a mess this all was.
As the stirring from Kim subsided, Jess realised she was still a mess, red dye smeared on her body, makeup stains on her cheeks and matted red hair, with the brown streaks peeking through. Next to her mattress she saw her crumpled jeans and purse. She started looking for her underwear but remembered Jimbo had liberated them last night. She also couldn't see her bra, no doubt it was still on the floor where it was flung during her dance for the horny old men. More thoughts flooded Jessica's brain, the Shirt being ripped from her young body, as she lay prone in Hanks clutches was particularly vivid. 'Shit, what can I wear' Jess mumbled to herself.
Jess decided she couldn't put the jeans on without waking Kim, also they were a mess so would attract attention. Jess quietly rose from her mattress and tiptoed to Kim's dresser. She slowly opened the first draw and grabbed a t-shirt, and skirt. She didn't dare take any underwear as she wouldn't know where it had been, or more importantly, if they had been worn on a secret rendezvous with her Father. That thought made Jess a bit sick, the feeling grew and Jess realized it was also her hangover making her sick. She needed to be gone and quick.