Day 2 (surprise call from Josh)

Jessica woke up with the taste of old wine on her tongue and a dead phone pressed to her thigh.

The sheets were a mess. Her underwear was halfway down one leg. The vibe lay abandoned on the floor like a spent bullet. She didn’t feel rested. Not sore, not aching, just… flat.

The sun leaked through the blinds in sharp stripes, cutting across her bed and her bare body. Her skin looked better than it used to. Like someone had airbrushed reality just a little.

But the emptiness hadn’t gone anywhere. She hadn't gotten laid. Again.

She sat up, bare feet hitting the wooden, cold floor. Her phone buzzed the moment she plugged it in and it powered up.

Missed call. 11:03 AM.

A number she didn't have.

The game hadn’t sent any notifications. No bright reward. No cheerful "Well done!"

Because she hadn’t done anything. Not really. Not yet.

She stretched her arms overhead. Her tits looked fun in the mirror. The kind of tits guys wanted to touch, to fuck. She rolled her neck and looked at herself straight-on.

She called back.

It rang twice.

"Yeah?" His voice was unmistakable. Confident. Like he hadn’t even saved her number.

"It’s me," she said.

A pause. Then: "Oh. Hey. You free right now?"

Her stomach turned. Not from nerves, something colder. She looked at the mirror again. At the girl staring back. "I am."

"Cool. Come over."

No please. No question.

Just a command, like she’d already said yes.

By calling back, she had.

His place was small but clean. Lived-in, but like he didn’t spend much time there. A PlayStation controller on the couch. A big-screen TV in front of a black leather couch. One chair with a jacket tossed over it. No photos. No books. A heap of empty pizza boxes.

He had opened the door shirtless. Just boxers. She appreciated the bluntness.

"Hey," he said. A small smile.

"The blonde turned you down?" she wanted to say.

She didn't.

She stepped inside. He kissed her, fast, rough, like tasting something he already knew. His hand was on her ass before the door closed. She let it happen. Let him grope her, guide her to the bedroom like she wasn’t a person, just a warm yes.

"Get undressed," he said.

She stood still for a beat.

The room was quiet, just the distant hum of traffic. Josh sat down on the edge of the bed, watching her like it was already a show. His dick was half-hard under his boxers, lazily resting against his thigh. It wasn't small.

Jessica started with her top. Pulled it over her head and dropped it on the floor. No show, no slow tease. Just off. Then the bra. She reached behind her, unhooked it, and let it fall. Her tits bounced slightly with the release, round, fuller, firmer. Upgraded. Enhanced.

His eyes locked in.

"Milfy," he muttered.

She didn’t react. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of her jeans and pulled them down. Wiggled out of them without making it sexy.

The panties were the last to go. Black, simple. They were damp. She didn’t know if it was from arousal or just the heat of walking there with so much tension building behind her eyes.

When she stood there fully naked, she didn’t try to hide anything, like she often had in the past. She didn’t cover herself. Just waited.

Josh took his time. His eyes dragged over her like he was appraising a purchase. Her waist, her ass, the subtle tone of her thighs, the natural sway of her tits. Her nipples were already tight from the cold.

"Turn around."

She did.

"That's nice enough. We should go do some squats sometime."

Josh dropped his boxers and stepped toward her, fully hard now. She glanced down. Long, maybe seven inches? Not the thickest she’d seen, but firm and slightly curved upward. He didn’t stroke it or tease. Just grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on, fast, like he’d done it a hundred times.

“Lie down.”

She did. The sheets were cool against her back. She wondered when he had changed them last. She shifted to the center of the bed and spread her legs slowly, letting him see what he came for. Her pussy was wet enough, partly from the sight of his hard dick, partly from the ache that had started the night before and never really gone away.

He climbed on top of her, settling his weight between her thighs. His hands pressed into the mattress beside her head, forearms brushing the outer curve of her tits. They jiggled slightly under him, heavy, real, warm.

Not perfect, but good enough. Like the rest of her.

He lined it up. OK... no foreplay?

The head of his cock spread her lips slowly, parting the slick outer folds, nudging into the heat of her. She felt the pressure, not sharp, not painful, but thick and real. His shaft slid inside her in one long motion, unhurried but steady, until he was all the way in. OK, slightly painful it was.

She exhaled through her nose, staring at the ceiling.

He wasn’t too big. But he was big enough to feel like he stretched her a bit. Not too tight, but with no warmup it was... different.

She felt every ridge, every twitch of him as he filled her. The way her walls molded around his shape. The warmth of his balls against her ass when he bottomed out.

Dick.

She loved it.

He stayed still for a moment, buried deep.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

She didn’t answer. Just blinked once, letting her hands slide up his back, fingertips barely grazing his skin.

She wasn’t trembling. Not excited. Not scared.

Just aware of his cock inside her, of her body doing what it was made to do.

Of the ten points waiting when this was over.

He fucked her like this for a few minutes, then told her to get up and "show me that big ass".

She obliged.

His hand slid over her back, then smacked her ass. She yelped.

Then the hand went in between the cheeks.

She stiffened.

"Relax," he said. His finger slid lower, pressing against her asshole.

She gasped.

"I’m not doing anal," she said, firm but not loud.

He didn’t argue. He didn’t stop, either.

One finger circled her rim slowly, then pushed ,not inside, but enough to remind her what he could do if he wanted. Her thighs clenched.

"I didn’t say you were," he murmured. "Just playing."

She felt the heat of him behind her, the hardness of his cock against her ass. She turned back and let him see the submission in her eyes.

"Good girl," he said.

He pushed inside her in one slow, thick motion.

Jessica gasped. She felt like being used. But the dick inside her was long, and although not the thickest, it was enough. He set a rhythm immediately: rough, fast, hands on her hips, dragging her back into him. His breathing was hot against her neck. She moaned, part real, part performance.

"Fuck, your pussy’s so tight," he groaned.

"Yeah," she breathed. "You like it?"

"Fuck yes, you're better than expected."

He kept going for a while. Not a long while. Two minutes, maybe? Enough to make her start feeling good, and then...

"Ff-fuck! On your knees," he said.

She slipped down onto the floor beside the bed.