'Close' is an understatement

"Hi, this is Ernest Redmond. I can't take your call, but if you leave a message, I'll try to get back to you."

"Hey, this is Jessica. Look, have you noticed anything weird going on? I think it has something to do with something of mine that you found at the party. Give me a call back as soon as you get this, okay? Bye." Jessica hung up the phone. "Fuck everything."

Why wasn't Ernest taking a call from her? Honestly, Jess wasn't really used to people not picking up when she called. That had been an awkward-sounding message she'd left too -- she hadn't planned what to do if Ernest didn't answer, and it had caught her off guard. All she could really do was hope that he'd call her back quickly.

Unhappily, the cheerleader realized there was nothing else she could do at the moment. If Ernest wasn't answering his phone, he wasn't likely to respond to a text or a Facebook message or a Snap either, and Jessica had no idea where he lived. A woman in less emotional turmoil might have tried an Internet search for Ernest's address, but Jess was feeling so defeated at this point that the idea escaped her. Instead, she went to the bathroom across the hall and cleaned herself up as best she could. Then, with a grim determination, she headed back downstairs; at least, she could avoid the kinds of rumors that would come from being the girl who abandoned her own birthday party.

Ernest was still lying on the bed. A part of him wondered who on earth would be calling at this hour -- honestly, Ernest hated the phone, and much preferred to text, and almost everyone he could think of who might be trying to reach him would know it -- but that part was quickly silenced by the sight in front of him.

Tiffany had turned to face him, and pulled the halter top over her head, then twirled it around on her finger once before tossing it on the floor by the door. Her massive tits bounced, but didn't sag at all, even with the halter top removed. It should have been nearly impossible for natural breasts to be both so large and so perky, but Tiff's were managing it.

"Remember," she said slyly, "we don't want to wake up your mom, so try to stay quiet."

Then, she kicked the stilettos off, before pulling down the gold shorts. There were no panties underneath -- only the fishnets remained, which Tiff removed quickly, leaving her completely naked.

It wasn't as if Ernest had never seen a woman naked before -- hell, he wasn't even a virgin at this point, having taken care of that with Lisa, his girlfriend from sophomore year, before they'd broken up. But even in the hottest porn he'd ever seen, he'd certainly never seen a woman like Tiff in the nude. She was absolutely flawless, and built for sex, from the tips of her fingers and toes, all the way to her perfectly-waxed pussy.

Tiff turned so she was facing away from Ernest, and then bounced her ass playfully. "I know it's your favorite part," she said, grinning over her shoulder at him. "So I want you to get a good look before we really start."

She knew it was his favorite part? It was true, though he could have spent all day looking at pretty much any portion of Tiff's anatomy. But...again something nagging brushed the edges of his consciousness. How much of the past had he changed? He hadn't really meant to alter Tiff to be...everything he'd ever wanted, but what were the ethical issues around that? And what were...

Every single other thought in Ernest's brain was immediately silenced when Tiff crawled on top of him and kissed him. She kissed him hard, passionately, without any thought of restraint, and there was no way he couldn't kiss her back. She tasted like strawberries and rum, it occurred to him, but he was so caught up in the moment of erotic action that he barely registered that Tiff was taking his shirt off, then his pants, then his underwear. He was naked now too, and Tiff pulled back for a moment, her hands rubbing her tits, before she leaned down and took his cock into her mouth.

"Oh!" Ernest's entire vocabulary had deserted him. She wasn't taking this slowly -- her head bobbed up and down, while her tongue caressed his shaft. One hand was gently stroking his balls, and he thought he was going to die from the pleasure. With her free hand, she pushed her hair back, and looked directly into his eyes as she gave him head.

This could have gone on for five minutes, or for all of eternity, and Ernest wouldn't have been able to say which one it was. Finally, just as he was approaching orgasm, Tiff abruptly stopped, pulling off his cock with an audible pop. He almost said something, but was silenced by the sight of Tiffany straddling him. He saw her wink, and then he felt the heat, and the slickness, and the bliss as she lowered herself onto his shaft and took him inside her. She started to ride him, and he thrust back, mesmerized by the sight of her epic tits jiggling with each bounce, and the feel of her thick, soft ass on his thighs.

With what was probably Ernest's only remaining available neuron, he remembered to take her right hand and place it on her clit. She grinned wickedly, and then increased the tempo, pleasuring herself as she pleasured him. He felt her pussy pulse as she came, and if her whimpers were anything to go by, it was everything she could do to keep from crying out. Ernest also felt his own orgasm nearing again, and as soon as Tiff was able, she got off him, and immediately took his cock in her mouth again. She held nothing back, and it was only a few seconds later that Ernest came, spurting down her throat as she swallowed.

It must have been several minutes before Ernest managed to think again through the fog of post-coital bliss. Certainly, it was enough time for Tiff to get up, use the restroom and clean herself completely up, and return again.

"That's how close we are, babe. That and more."