Forbidden: Jessie's Game

As always, thanks to NP for helping to edit this tale.

** All characters are over the age of 18. If you enjoy the story, please rate. Thank you. **

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David jumped at the buzz of his phone on the kitchen table.

"Jeez," Meredith said, "a little jumpy this morning?"

David quickly scooped the phone off the table and read the incoming message. It was from Jessie.

I'm ready for you to pick me up.

David's throat went dry. Any reminder of the previous night made him feel nauseous, and Jessie's text wasn't a subtle one.

He quickly typed a response.

Fine. I'll be there in 20 minutes.

"Is that Jessie?" Meredith asked before taking a bite of her toast.

"Yes. She asked if I'd go pick her up." David took a sip of his coffee. "Unless you want to get her?"

"I can't. I told you already, Amy and I are going shopping today."

David sighed. Amy was one of Meredith's closest friends. She was always nice to David, but he also sensed aloofness.

Maybe she thinks it's my fault her best friend has become so strait-laced.

That notion was painfully ironic to David, considering he wished she were more like her old self -- particularly in the bedroom.

"Right," he said, pushing away from the table. "I forgot."

***

Finn's neighborhood didn't look much better to David in broad daylight. If anything, he found it even more dismal. He pulled into the parking lot and found a spot with a sign post that said 'Visitors.' It was bent almost to the ground, and someone had spray painted the word 'No' on it.

He sent Jessie a text to let her know he was downstairs waiting for her. He scanned the area and shook his head, irritated at the sight of broken beer bottles, trash, and other debris scattered around the lot. He glanced across the street and saw a number of apartment buildings with broken windows and various expletives spray painted onto them. He was still surprised Finn lived in such a rough area.

The mere thought of the young man's name brought back memories from the previous night that sent shivers down David's spine. The guilt he felt for participating mixed together with that same deep, visceral disgust he'd been pushing down repeatedly.

David almost jumped out of his seat when Jessie opened the passenger door. She slid in next to him, letting out a long sigh. Her pink hair was disheveled and her make-up was smeared under her eyes. She wore the same clothes as she'd worn the previous night, and they both looked and smelled it -- wrinkled everywhere, and reeking of cigarettes and sex. David saw a faint hickey on her neck.

None of those things made her look any less attractive to David -- quite the opposite.

"Can we go?" she asked, shaking David from his thoughts. She sounded irritated; David attributed it to lack of sleep. It wasn't hard for him to imagine what she'd been doing all night instead.

David shifted the car into drive and started in the direction of the freeway. Jessie opened the glove box, retrieved a pair of oversized sunglasses, and slipped them over her eyes. She leaned her head against the seat back and settled in.

As David drove, he couldn't help but steal glances at her. Her lips were slightly parted, and the way she breathed softly through her nose made him suspect she'd fallen asleep. He tried to focus on the road ahead, but with each bump he drove over, her breasts jiggled under her shirt, and his gaze was inevitably drawn to them.

Fuck she's sexy.!

He thought. His mind wandered, imagining the things she and Finn had likely done the previous night. The possibilities made his cock begin to stiffen, and he shifted in his seat.

Despite the discomfort, David couldn't help but let his mind continue to drift. The more he thought about Jessie and Finn together, the harder he got. He imagined Jessie's bare breasts bouncing up and down as she rode her boyfriend. He could almost hear her moans of pleasure, and the little gasps and whimpers that escaped her lips when she came.

"I would tell you to take a picture, but I guess you took plenty last night."

David's face grew hot and he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

So much for her being asleep,

he thought, feeling a surge of embarrassment for having been caught ogling her.

Jessie reached up and removed her sunglasses. "And since we're on the subject..." she said, turning slightly towards him, "... you really enjoyed that last night, didn't you?"

David stared straight ahead.

His step-daughter smirked and turned her head to stare back out her window. After a few minutes of silence, she turned back to David. "You know, your cock is actually kind of nice for a guy your age."

David tried desperately to ignore her attempts to provoke him, but after almost a full minute of silence, he took the bait. "What do you mean, 'for a guy your age?'"

A glint sparked in Jessie's eyes. "Well, I just mean... your dick... it doesn't look... old."

David looked over at her, raising an eyebrow. They stared at each other for several seconds before both of them burst out laughing. To David's surprise, he felt his shoulders relax. "You mean there's no grey hair?"

That made Jessie laugh even harder, and for the first time, David realized how much she sounded like her mother when she did. He felt a sharp pang in his chest at the thought, and he quickly pushed it away.

"No, not that," Jessie said, still giggling. "It's just that you're what, forty-nine I think, and it doesn't look like it. I mean, I've never really looked at a guy your age before, let alone seen one naked, but... you're in pretty good shape."

David couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at her words. He knew he wasn't in bad shape for his age, but it felt nice hearing it from someone else -- and especially from her.

"Thanks," he muttered, not sure what else to say, and reluctant to give away just how good she'd made him feel.

Jessie smirked. "You're welcome."

He could feel her eyes on him out of the corner of his eye. Despite the tension-breaking moment they'd enjoyed, her gaze made him uncomfortable.

"And," she said after a while, "it's a pretty good size."

David's cock twitched at her words, growing harder by the second. He looked at her again, his eyebrows arched. "Really?" he asked skeptically.

Jessie started to say something before catching his meaning. "Well, okay, maybe not as big as Finn, but I've seen a few; yours is bigger than average."

Despite his cheeks turning a darker shade of red, David felt his cock throb at the compliment. "Is that right?" His question was sincere. He'd not seen many other penises himself, but after watching as much porn as he had, he'd begun to believe he was rather under-endowed.

"It's true," Jessie answered. "My mom's lucky to have it."

David glanced at her again, searching for any sign of sarcasm, but he saw only sincerity in her expression. More surprised and confused than placated, he turned his attention back to the road.

The remainder of the drive was silent, but Jessie 's words had had an effect on David's mood. He was still ashamed of himself for the inappropriate things that he'd been a part of those past few weeks, but he couldn't deny how Jessie's flattering words made him feel.

His confidence in himself as a lover -- and in his body, or at least one particular part of it -- had been at a low-point. First his ex-wife had cheated on him. Then Meredith had undergone her stark change from sexually licentious to moderate and subdued -- and only

after

he'd married her. He still couldn't give her the satisfaction, but inwardly, he felt his heart warm towards stepdaughter. It was difficult for him to resolve that with the ache in his cock and all of his guilt and shame, but it was there.

David parked the car in their driveway. The engine's rumbling purred itself to silence, but neither he nor Jessie moved. He glanced over at her again, taking in the sight of her. The old saying "ridden hard and put away wet" came to mind, and, just as he had a few minutes prior, he found that he liked her that way.

She again caught him looking and smirked deviously. "Such a fucking perv," she said, shaking her head. Then she gave him a wink and got out of the car.

David watched her walk up to the house and disappear inside. He let out a deep sigh as the front door closed behind her. He leaned his head back on his seat and closed his eyes, trying to will his cock to stop throbbing.

****

At the sound of the doorbell, David stood up from the bed and downed the rest of his drink. The melting ice clinked against the side of his glass.

"That must be them." Meredith said. "Can you get the door while I finish getting ready?" She stood in front of the mirror, slowly pulling the hot straightener over a section of her long blonde hair. She was wearing a pair of straight-leg jeans and a charcoal long-sleeve v-neck top that accentuated her C cup breasts.

David had been watching her in silence, losing himself in the little things about her that he found so attractive: the gentle curve of her hips; the way her soft pink lips parted as she pulled the straightener through her hair; the swell of her breasts as they jiggled when she moved.

My God,

he thought,

she really is out of my league.

He descended the stairs and pulled the door open. "Come on in, guys."

Amy smoothly turned her entrance into a hug, her large chest pressing firmly against him. As she squeezed him, she surveyed the room from over his shoulder. "Oooh! I love how your place always looks so cozy!"

Will followed behind, giving David a knowing wink. "Uh-huh. Maybe we should buy a cozier home, do you think Amy?"

Amy ignored his sarcastic remark. She released David and held up the bottle of pinot noir he'd felt on his back. "We brought a bottle of wine."

David pushed the door shut behind them and led them to the kitchen. "You didn't have to do that. Let me get a corkscrew for you."

Will and Amy were friends of Meredith's from before she'd met David. Like Meredith, they were in their late thirties, making them a decade younger than David.

Amy was a 5'4" brunette with large breasts and curvy hips. Her chestnut hair was cut in a textured pixie-bob style. While David wasn't typically fond of women with shorter hair styles, he counted Amy as an exception. With her plump lips and deep-set brown eyes, he secretly considered her a knockout.

Her husband Will was tall and ruggedly built, with blue eyes and a strong jawline. His head was shaved bald, and he wore a stubble goatee. He was very outgoing and had a way of making others feel at ease with his humor and charm. Despite only seeing each other occasionally, David and Will got along well.

Amy went straight to the cupboard and pulled out four wine glasses. "So where is that beautiful wife of yours?"

"She should be down shortly," David replied. "You know how it is, putting on the finishing touches." He pulled the cork from the wine bottle and poured a generous amount into Amy's glass. He looked to Will, holding up the bottle, but Will waved him off.

"Anything a little stronger?" he asked his host.

"I think we can manage that," David replied, setting down the wine bottle. He retrieved a bottle of aged whiskey from a shelf above the stove. He poured a generous helping into a tumbler for Will and refilled his own.

"I see you've all started without me," Meredith said, entering the kitchen.

She gave Amy a warm hug, then did the same with Will. David unexpectedly felt his body tingle at the sight of his wife's breasts pressing up against Will's muscular chest. When Meredith pulled away, she took the glass of wine David offered her, and they all settled into the living room.

"So, what's new with you guys?" Meredith asked, taking a sip of her wine.

Amy launched into a story about a recent trip she and Will had taken to a winery upstate. She spoke with animated gestures, her eyes sparkling as she described the picturesque countryside and the delicious wine tastings.

David listened absentmindedly, but his gaze periodically wandered to Amy's cleavage. Her voluptuous breasts jiggled with each expressive gesture she made. He tore his attention back to the conversation, chastising himself for ogling his wife's friend.

By 10:30 p.m., all four of them were feeling a pleasant buzz from the wine and whiskey. Will was recounting a particularly riotous story about a recent trip with some buddies to a fishing lodge in the mountains. David and Meredith laughed as he described one of his friends falling off his boat and screaming that he couldn't swim, despite having a lifejacket on.

As the four of them laughed, the front door opened, and Jessie walked in. Will's voice trailed off mid-sentence, and all eyes in the room turned towards the young woman. She was wearing a short, pleated, checker-pattern skirt and a tight black turtleneck that hugged her petite frame while showing off her large, full breasts. Her pink hair was styled in loose waves around her shoulders, and her dark eyeliner made her blue eyes pop.

Jessie gave them all a smile as she walked into the room. "Hey everyone."

Amy got up from her seat and gave Jessie a hug. "Jessie sweetheart, you look stunning."

David stole a brief glance at Jessie, admiring how her outfit complimented her figure. He noticed Will had too, and for a moment, he felt a stab of jealousy.

Jessie settled onto a chesterfield chair and crossed her legs, exposing even more of her toned thighs. She and Amy talked about how college was going while the young girl mindlessly twirled a strand of hair around her finger. She pretended not to notice the effect she was having on David and Will, but David recognized the coy smile that played at the corner of her lips.

The conversation between the group resumed. Jessie sat quietly, but David was sure he saw her glance in Will's direction once or twice. Meredith and Amy had become more and more intoxicated as the evening wore on and their laughter was growing louder and more rambunctious by the minute.

"Okay, okay," Amy said, looking to Meredith and slurring her words slightly. "Come outside with me for a smoke." She stood up from the sofa and lost her balance momentarily, almost falling on top of David. He instinctively caught her by the waist, steadying her just in time.

"Careful there," he said, chuckling nervously. The softness of her waist beneath his hands sent a jolt of electricity through his body.

Amy's face was flushed from the alcohol. She looked down at him with a playful smile, "Oooh," she said, her voice thick with liquor, "are you trying to cop a feel, Davie?" That made Meredith laugh even harder, which only made Amy's laughter grow louder in turn.

David watched the two of them with a mixture of amusement and unease as they went through the kitchen toward the back patio.

"Sheesh," Jessie  said, rolling her eyes, "those two are a mess."

"I think you might be right," Will agreed with a chuckle.

Jessie looked directly at David and gave him a wink. "Maybe you should keep an eye on them. Mom can be pretty easily influenced when she's drinking. Amy may have her start smoking again, who knows?"

Will laughed, unaware of the message Jessie was sending David. David received it loud and clear. His cock stirred in his pants at the thought of his wife holding a cigarette between her slender fingers. He downed the last of his whiskey and stood up from the couch.

"Yeah," he said, "you may be right." David chuckled casually. "I guess I'll grab a refill and make sure those two don't get into any trouble. If I'm not back in ten minutes, send a search party."

As he entered the kitchen, David heard the muffled sounds of Amy and Meredith laughing and talking in the backyard. He refilled his tumbler of whiskey and took a deep gulp. He nonchalantly leaned against the countertop before cautiously peering out the window above the sink.

His wife and her friend were sitting next to each other on the patio bench. Amy held her hand to the side, a cigarette between her fingers, while the two of them talked and laughed. A plume of smoke drifted upward from Amy's mouth, and David appreciated the visual. Still, it was his wife he truly wanted to see indulging.

When he finally saw Amy pick up the red and white package and offer it to his wife, David felt his pulse race. Meredith didn't hesitate, taking a cigarette and putting it between her lips. Amy flicked her lighter and held the flame to the end until it glowed. Meredith inhaled deeply, her cheeks hollowing out as she drew the smoke into her lungs. A cloud of smoke wafted from her lips as she continued their conversation without exhaling.

David had fantasized about such a moment countless times. He never thought he would get the opportunity to actually witness it. He watched with bated breath as she took another drag from the cigarette, holding the smoke in her lungs briefly, before slowly releasing it through her pursed lips. Knowing she was a non-smoker, David was surprised at how natural she made it look.

Meredith continued chatting with her friend, her words all but inaudible to David through the windowpane. She casually brought the cigarette to her lips again, inhaling slowly before blowing out the plume of smoke. David's hand slid down to grasp the growing bulge in his pants. His eyes finally drifted from his wife's lips to Amy. The petite brunette had discarded her last cigarette and was lighting another. She took a drag, her mouth pulling back into a sultry grin.

David's gaze slowly drifted from her lips up to her eyes, only to see her staring back at him. His breath hitched in his throat. He jumped back from the window and turned away, gripping the counter with both hands. His heart hammered in his chest.

Oh fuck!

he thought, letting out a groan. He considered peeking through the window again.

Maybe she didn't see you. It's dark out there; maybe it just seemed like she was looking your way.

He knew that wasn't the case. He'd been caught leering. His hands trembling, he softly began his retreat to the living room.

As he approached the threshold of the large open room, he could see the back of Will's head, and one arm draped over the sofa back, drink in hand. Jessie was no longer in the chair across from him. David's first reaction was guilt -- though simple and banal compared to what he'd been feeling nigh-constantly for weeks. Nevertheless, he felt badly that their guest had been left by himself.

Then, just as he was about to speak up and apologize to Will, he heard Jessie's voice. It was almost inaudible, but not quite. "Does that feel good?"

David froze in his tracks.

"Mmmm," Will moaned, tilting his head toward the ceiling.

David's glass almost slipped from his hand. Looking closer, he could see just the very top of Jessie 's pink hair over the back of the sofa.

What the fuck?

Once again, David found himself a voyeur in his own home.

Jessie lifted her head from Will's lap and met David's gaze. She winked at him and shrugged her shoulders. David felt his cheeks growing hot. Jessie licked her lips, her eyes still locked on David's. Then she slowly lowered her head back into Will's lap.

"Jesus," David whispered under his breath. He felt a mix of jealousy and arousal course through him. He struggled with how to react -- or, at least, how to intentionally act. To his own surprise, jealousy began to win out, and he was just about to intervene when he heard the kitchen door swing open with a bang behind him.

"Hi, Davie," Amy blurted before she and Meredith began to laugh hysterically.

David swung around. "Uh, hey... girls." He glanced over his shoulder. Jessie was standing in front of Will, wiping her bottom lip with her index finger.

Just as David returned his attention to the kitchen, Amy stumbled toward him and draped an arm over his shoulder. Her plump breasts mashed against his chest and he grabbed the doorframe to steady the two of them. Amy stood on her tip-toes and attempted to whisper in his ear, though her voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.