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[In and Out] Jessi's Place (1.5)
THIS SCENE CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT
Jessi answers the door wearing a sexy black teddy and a matching silk robe trimmed in red, hanging open. Has she dressed up for you before, Trevian?
"About time, Trev!" She's got incense burning on the coffee table, the TV's on some station running old sitcoms with the sound turned down. A little baggie of weed's sitting next to the incense and a cheap corncob pipe. The stereo's on. What's playing?
"Ooh, the good stuff!" Jessi takes the bottle of wine and heads to the kitchen, calling over her shoulder, "Get comfy, light up if you want... I'm a little ahead of you."
A minute later, she's back with the open bottle and two glasses. She sashays a little on her way to the sofa, showing off for you. After she sets the bottle down, she sits on your lap, straddling you, and gives you a deep kiss with hands on the sides of your head, grabbing your hair.
What do you do?
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I grab some couch and light up. After a couple puffs, I tell her, "This is some good shit." Then she's walking in and I put the joint in her cute ashtray, the one she made out of playdoh and baked when she was a kid, her mom was a smoker.
When she sits on my lap, facing me, my hands immediately go to her hips, fingers sliding around to touch her ass. TSol goddesses have nothing on Jessi. I kiss her with as much passion as she's giving me, continuing to rub her hips, slide my hands up her back. There are tiny, fleeting moments when I picture Jace and the goddess from the game, but, you know, that's for flavor.
After a few minutes, Jessi slides off so you can both have a sip of wine and a hit off the joint. "Decent wine, good weed, a hot boy who may be a billionaire soon, and a tongue ring to experiment with in a little bit. Does it get better than this?"
She sniffs. Not emotional, just a sniff. Then she flicks your ear playfully. An oldie starts playing over the speakers, Prince's "Sexy MF," and she stands up and starts to dance. Just for you. And she's got moves. Have you and Jessi ever gone dancing, Trevian, or has it all been just hang out and hook up?
We've been to the club a few times. There are some good ones. Actually, now that I think about it, Hector took me out to the club where I met her. Yes, she can move. Sexy MF? Damn, that's an oldie but a goodie. I watch her for a bit, but she knows I've got to join her. Her little two bedroom place isn't really big enough for us dancing with her furniture and everything cramped in here.
I take a second to carefully, but quickly move the coffee table aside, then I boogie on over to put a hand on her hip, and dance with her. I move in close, because there aint nothing wrong with a little bump and grind.
You dance together through to the end of the song, showing off for each other. As the song ends, she pushes you back onto the sofa and grabs a sip of wine. "I... will be right back, Trev." She grabs your crotch and gives a gentle squeeze. "Why don't you take that out while I'm gone?" She turns and heads to the bathroom.
Is Jessi normally this agressive, Trevian?
I slip down my pants and boxer-briefs, slip off my shirt. I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Hot damn! I lean back, put my hands behind my head and just wait for whatever is next.
So glad I'm here.
You hear the toilet flush, followed by the sink running, then Jessi comes back into the living room, still wearing her sexy lingerie. Dancing, she moves around the room turning off the lights so that the only illumination comes from the flickering screen. She's practically vibrating, and her eyes are bright as she moves toward you.
She moves up to stand between your legs, then sinks to kneel in front of you, spreading your thighs with her shoulders. Her tongue flicks out to lick her lips and you see the glint of the tongue-stud for a moment before she starts placing kisses along your belly, down toward your pelvis. She reaches up a hand and tickles your balls with her fingernails.
"I am going to rock your world, Trev."
"I like this. You naked and me in my sexy teddy. It's dirty, like I'm servicing you. Right? I promise you'll get to look all you want, later." She licks her lips again, then takes hold of your cock and starts with little flicks of her tongue, the metal of the stud touching here, there, unpredictably, until she finally takes you in her mouth and starts... servicing you.
She goes at it for a while, lips, tongue, stud, fingers. After a bit, she looks up at you.
"Let me know when you're close. I want to taste it, this time, but I don't like surprises." Then she goes back down, taking you all the way into the back of her throat, choking a little, but keeping on. Speaking of surprises, a moment later you feel a finger pressing against your asshole, gentle but insistent.
She better not give me a dirty Sanchez or whatever it's called.
She is really into this tonight. She's humming and moaning around you as she continues, sloppy and enthusiastic. Her finger continues playing, and the thing on HBO must've been right about the nerves, because it's intense.
The sensations ramp up, and you feel your orgasm coming, seconds away.
She nods that she's heard you, starts moving her head up and down fast. As she feels your body tense in the final moments, she stops bobbing and flicks the stud against the head of your cock. Just then, you feel Jessi's finger push in, all the way to the first knuckle.
And then you blow. What's it like, Trevian?
When it hits, when I come, it's like the world hovers on the edge of one thought. Good. Good thought of pure pleasure beyond words. I mean, normally hitting that moment is awesome. But the whole night, from the goddess' extra effects to the lesbian kiss thing and then dancing with Jessi, getting a little high, topped off with, no lie, the best blowjob I've ever gotten.
And shit, she's like a pro. She takes me all the way in, and when I come, she stays on. What a trooper. I don't know what I did to deserve this, but I need to make it a daily habit. Red wine. That's the only new thing. Damn.
She swallows and swallows and swallows as your shoot your buckets, then moves out to suckle the last few drops out of the head when you're finished. She looks up at you after, doesn't even have to ask how it was.
She gets up off her knees and reaches down to tweak your nipple. "I'm gonna rinse, Trev. Meet me in the bedroom?" Then she sashays off without waiting for an answer, heading to the bathroom.
A minute later, I'm in her bedroom, which is pretty small. Mostly her queen-sized bed that sits on a wooden platform that me and a couple guys built for her. We built it in the room because it's so big. No way she's taking it with her. Oh well, she knows that. Nice art on the walls, maybe too much of it. Cute makeup dresser or whatever with three mirrors. It looks antique, she said her gramma gave it to her. A funky old Aiwa stereo system and a flat screen. I hooked it up, offered to do more, like mount her speakers, but she didn't want it.
I put my condoms on the little bedside table, beside her Eiffel Tower lamp, and sit on the satin comforter. Then I realize I should push it down, so I do, and get under the covers. Then, for fun, I pull them up over myself, like I'm shy or something.
A minute or two later, she walks into the bedroom. No, stalks into the bedroom. She's taken off the robe and teddy. You always knew her body was amazing, but now, the way she's moving, just wow.
Jessi barks a laugh when she sees you up under the covers. "Is 'ums shy? Here, take a hit of this. It'll help with that." You realize she's carrying something, one of those Crown Royal bags. She opens it up and pulls out a square of smooth tile, lays it on the comforter. Follows it with a ziploc baggie of white powder, a glass straw, and a razor blade.
She lays out two lines, offers you the straw.
What do you do?
"Coke?" I ask with a little surprise. "That's some hardcore shit, Jessi. Have you done this before? Where the hell did you get it?"
Jessi looks a little peeved. "Yeah, Trev, once or twice. Before I moved here from California for school. You won't believe who was holding — Jenny. Freaking Assistant Manager Jenny."
She sniffs a line, sees your hesitation, then does the other. Then, she sweeps the condoms off the nightstand with one hand, reaches out and grabs your cock with the other. "So... you gonna fuck me or what?"
I guess the wine wasn't the trick after all. Funny what sprints through my mind. "Jessi, girl, it's not the Olympics or anything. Why don't you lay down, let me take over, yeah?" I'm trying to get control of my cock without pissing her off. I do want to have sex, but the idea of sport fucking doesn't appeal. Her eyes are wild like some animal. Maybe I should just do it? I'll try taking a bit of the crazy out of it.
Not saying no, mind you. Just a little worried this could end up with someone getting hurt. That someone's probably me.
Jessi pouts. "Oh, c'mon Trev." She climbs up on the bed and straddles you, takes your hand and puts it on her pussy, which is dripping wet. "See? I'm ready." She starts moving her hand up and down your cock, a bit rough, trying to get you ready again.
Ooh, see if I can trick her! I push two fingers inside her, curl them up, them pump them in and out nice and steady, sit up and suck on her left breast. That should get her hand off me, because damn girl, don't squeeze the Charmin, you know? Then I say, "Jessi, girl, I wanna hold you down, and just take you. That sounds good, right?" That'll give me a chance to wrap my rascal, and then sure, I'll do my best to give it to her exactly like she wants it. Which is probably going to make me sore.
A happy sore.
She growls, low in her throat. "No. I'm going to ride you like a cowgirl." She suits her actions to her words, guiding your unwrapped cock with her hand. Trying to slide down onto you.
What do you do?I put my hands on her hips, a mirror of when we were dancing, and I let Jessi have her way with me. I mean, I'll try and pull out before I come. That's my plan. Pretty sure I can do that. I know it isn't one hundred percent effective, but it's better than nothing.
And I'm pretty sure she's clean. I mean, we haven't known each other that long, really. She doesn't seem diseased, never mentioned clinics or treatments, but man, I'm scared. Horny brain is being pummeled by worst-case-scenario brain right now.
"Ride on, baby." That's what I say. My glib capitulation.
"Yee frickin' haw, cowboy!" And she does, she rides you. Hard enough that you know your pelvis is going to be bruised tomorrow, sore. She grinds against you, no longer concerned with what you're feeling, with her own finger on her clit, rubbing fast as she screams theatrically, "Yes, yes, yes, oh yes, dammit, yes!" She cums once, twice, with yips and barks of pleasure, and before the third time you feel yourself near climax again.
Balls deep and unprotected, Trevian. What do you do?
Jessi pouts, eyes bright and pupils dilated. You fish around on the floor for one of the condoms she knocked off the nightstand, but when you wind up with one and start to tear the wrapper, she says, "Noooo! I wanna feel you come inside me, Trev! It's been so long..."
"No wrapper, Trev! I want to feel it dripping!" And she reaches out to you, tries to keep you from rolling the condom on.
"Fine. Just get over here and get on me, then." She reaches down and starts playing with herself as you finish rolling on the condom.
Its my second time, so I hope I can last for a while. This is one of those nights I won't forget in a long, long time.
As she approaches her third (or is it fourth?) orgasm of the night, it gets more and more like a porn movie. She's tugging on her own nipples, legs locked around your back in a vise-grip, giving a little uh uh uh with each thrust that eventually becomes a single, high pitched, drawn out "fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" As she shudders underneath you, you feel yourself joining her, filling the condom in a flood.
When you both finish and you roll off to lie next to her, you realize that she's started crying. Silently at first, but it soon develops into little choking sobs.
I'm genuinely worried about her, but a little scared, too.
She'll let you hold her, Trevian, but she just continues to sob, quietly.
OOC
If you want to calm Jessi down and figure out what's wrong, it will take a roll. She's going to roll 3d6, since you really do care about her. Whatever you choose to roll, you'll have a penalty die added—she's coming off two kinds of high and there's obviously something else going on, too. A penalty die means that you roll your normal x dice for the trait plus an additional d6, then you keep the lowest x dice for your total.
Rolling for Jessi
(Rolled: 3d6. Rolls: 1, 4, 5. Total: 10)Penalty:(Rolled: 1d6 . Rolls: 4. Total: 4)
This is not the aftermath I expected. At least not this soon.