Back home with Jasper

After lunch and work, I drove to my new home, pretty exhausted from the day. I had moved what items I had wanted from my parent's house over the weekend, and had been unpacking over the last few days, finishing Tuesday with the last of my clothes. We had divided the closet space, with a little bit more for me, and had purchased some white drawers that Jasper had been kind enough to assemble, being an engineer and all that. I had gotten to work sprucing up his living room and kitchen--the formerly lifeless man cupboards were now done up with fall leaves and foliage and his recliners now had some cute throw pillows (though we'd inevitably be replacing his couch--I hated that color green). After putting away his many board games and figuring out what portion of the rent and utilities he'd be covering, we had fallen into our routines as we navigated our brand new love nest. At present, my boyfriend was enjoying some Netflix.

"Hey roomie," he called as I took off my shoes. "There's Chinese in the fridge, I remembered the egg rolls this time."

"Aww, thanks Babe," I called back, removing my bra from underneath my blouse and stretching my arms. "Is there enough sweet and sour?"

"Should be," the crew-cut engineer was dressed comfortably, still working from home despite the lifted restrictions. I pulled a few egg rolls and some of the chicken into a bowl and headed into the living room. There was a strange half blind woman on the TV begging for a bank loan, but Jasper paused it to return to the Netflix menu. He knew how I didn't like horror movies.

"How was your day?" He kissed me as he asked.

"Oh fine, fine, met up with Erika for lunch."

"Very cool, very cool," my short-haired boyfriend nodded. He had brown hair, was clean shaven, and kept himself in decent shape but could stand to do more exercise. We had met at a party through a friend of a friend, and stayed in touch through a hiking club before things became serious a year or two ago. Also of note, he was 6' 3", a fact that was very important for when I wanted to wear heels.

"Hey Babe, can I interest you in season 2 of Noire of Quantum? It just came out and I know we didn't get a chance to do any streaming over the weekend what with the move," Jasper said tabbing around with his remote. I shrugged, telling him he could pick whatever, so he gleefully selected it. As we enjoyed our dinner and the lights dimmed, I cuddled up against him on the ugly green couch and started to think through my words, carefully.

"So Jasper," I said, tilting my bespectacled head in the flickering light, "if there was something, not necessarily about our relationship, but let's say in our house that was bugging you, you would tell me, right?" I dropped the question slowly hoping that wasn't too direct.

"Course babe," Jasper nodded, watching the sci-fi procedural intently.

"Because, and don't be mad, I'm a little weirded out by...well...something we were fighting about yesterday. And I don't want to be unfair, again if there's anything of mine, that I brought that you don't like, we can certainly talk it out."

"Oh no I love it all, especially the pillows Riley, really brings the room together."

"Great, I'm so glad...," I trailed off. Not really what I was talking about, Jasper, but he was half paying attention to me and half to some robot detective on screen, so I changed tactics.

"Sorry, not trying to nag, I know you were living here before me, but there's something of yours that really bothers me and I...I think you know what it is, so I just wanted to--"

"OH SNAP," Jasper shouted, elated. I jumped in my seat almost dropping my empty bowl on the floor. "Look who's guest starring?" he cried, and I turned to the screen just in time to see Annette-fffucking-Micheals had joined the cast of Noire of Quantum season 2. Great, no wonder he was so excited to watch it, the sci-fi sex bomb was all but winking at the camera.

I sighed, a twinge of jealousy crossed my brow. The blunt bobbed boob job was simpering around in a leather jacket and tank top, a cybernetic arm cgi-ed to her side, and I was back to being ignored. Oh sure I could have yelled at him for it, but then I'd be the bitch, wouldn't I? I mean I should just let this go, he already got rid of the magic crap and the poster, what's one cupboard?

"Not so fast Detective, you can't close this circuit just yet, you haven't accounted for 'the resistance'," Annette smoldered from the television, as Jasper laughed and shook his head. Then again, there was one way I could get his undivided attention.

While he enjoyed his programming, I surreptitiously took our plates out of the room then circled back to the bedroom to grab some lube. I pulled my blouse up and over my head to reveal my large tear drop breasts--just aching to be played with--and readjusted my glasses. Watching myself in the mirror, I poured some of the bottle's contents on my exposed breasts and rubbed the liquid back and forth till my tits were nice and shiny in the light. I then took the bottle with me and went to the entryway just opposite Jasper's couch, before I pressed my back against the wall and arched.

"Can I interest you in some Netflix...and chill, Babe?" I said in a low and husky voice. It was cheesy, but cheese was Jasper's kryptonite. I waited for him to turn and look at me in the dark. Jasper's head shifted away from Ms. Micheals and he let out an abrupt cough. I think I had his attention.

"Yes I'd uh...like that very much," my boyfriend spluttered, "do I need to...warm you up first?"

"No no," I said, strutting over, "my treat for building the drawers."

I sunk to the ground in front of him as he unzipped his pants, his lean pecker appearing teal in the shifting light. With both hands I clasped my round breasts on either side of it, rubbing my glossy jugs up and around his cock head. Despite breathing heavily from the stimulation, I saw Jasper almost think about watching Noire of Quantum while I was down here, but what titfucking lacks in gracefulness, it makes up for by being a highly visual medium. I increased the depth of field.

"OOOooh, do you like Riley's big round breasts?" I directed the question toward his penis while still glancing up every once in a while to plead in Jasper's direction. "Awww, I think he does. Do you like it when they move...like this?" So saying I started to pump my breasts up and down, smiling at Jasper and flexing my tongue, all while he slid between my cleavage, growing more and more erect.

"Call them--call them hooters," Jasper gasped, no longer interested in the horrible **** rates of Gearbox City.

"Mmm, do you like Riley's hooters?" I pouted, stroking more. "Do you like her real, soft boobs bouncing on your big, hard cock?" I bit my lip, but feeling Jasper start to get into it, I quickly added, "remember only cum on my chest." I couldn't stand giving blowjobs and anything in my hair was out of the question.

"Got it," he said, turning off the TV, "but alternate pitch, how about we take this to our bedroom?"

The emphasis on "our" was cute, but I wasn't finished setting ground rules. "Fine, but go get a condom."

"Aww babe, just this once?" he pleaded.

"No," I responded flatly, pulling his dick from my slick boobs and waiting for him to go get sheathed.

The sex was rapid and slapdash. No sooner had Jasper produced the prophylactic was he thrusting on top of me as the bed spring popped and squeaked. A little flattened by his weight, I had us switch places so I could work it from the top, but despite his hands on my breasts Jasper was uncomfortable after a few thrusts. We ended up compromising with doggy style and after realigning his cock with my bush, he continued his humping from behind. I shifted into just the right spot to where I could feel my orgasm building, but just as I was getting close, I felt Jasper's tell-tale spasms leaving me in the pre-orgasm dust. Somewhat annoyed, but not wanting this mission to end incompletely, I faked one of my own to egg him on.

"YES YES, AAAAAAAHHHhahahaha," I howl-laughed into his grunting, trying to induce the right kegels to produce the desired effect. He rolled back on the bed, and I followed in turn, nestling up against him as we spooned. We both lay there silently for a while, the only sound was our heavy breathing.

"So Jasper," I said whispering into the darkness. "I want you to know that your...pocket pussy... um well it really bothers me. I'm sorry if that's not the cool girlfriend thing to say, but now that we've moved in together and we're both adjusting to one-another, I really need to get that off my chest. I don't know what it is about it. Maybe because you're the only guy I've been with or 'cause it really freaked me out finding it under your bed, but I hope you can understand what I'm feeling and know that I'm super apprehensive about keeping it in the house or stumbling on it again. If there was maybe an alternative or something, I don't know guy-sex-toys, but I'd really like you to get rid of it. What do you think...Jasper?"

My boyfriend let out a deep snore, and I silently cursed. Of course he fell asleep. Now I have to wake him up to have an intimate conversation about disposing of his fleshlight. Or who am I kidding? I should cut my losses and try again tomorrow. Or maybe the day after. Or maybe just bury the feelings deep inside me forever until I die or the stress kills me, and then wouldn't he feel sorry!

I puffed out my cheeks and let out my breath slowly. Okay, Riley, maybe this is an opportunity, I thought to myself, and using my girlfriend-ninja training, started to extract myself from the bed.

Creeping to our shared bathroom, I quietly closed the door and flipped on the light, searching for the incriminating sex object after I had toweled off. I found it there on the left buried behind some cleaning products in a ziploc bag, and pulled the offending object out for inspection. A curly strand of hair was stuck to the side of the lid and the tube gave off a bit of a locker room scent. I steeled myself and reached for the lid and holding it by the end, pulled it off to look at the strange contraption once more. The interior was a peach-colored vulva, much too symmetrical and pliable to pass as the real thing. The whole thing kind of bubbled out from the tube in an oddly spherical shape, and I experimentally dabbed at it with the open lid, observing how the folds bent and reformed to my touch. I almost stuck a finger inside before I thought better of it, and with an air of theatricality told the pussy, "he's--mine."

Screwing the lid back on confidently, I walked with the thing out to trash. The orange light from the street lamp produced a long and shifting silhouette as I approached the bin, opening it up to see the other discarded objects like the box of warlock gizmos from the day before. Trash pick up wasn't till Monday, so it would all stay here for the next five days, but that wasn't an issue. I looked back to the doorway, half expecting to see Jasper rushing out in his jammies to stop me, but hearing nothing turned to the fleshlight one last time. It's black exterior shone in the eerie lamplight, as I reached out my hand and dumped it in the trash. It landed in the open cardboard box with thump, possibly breaking one of the weird potion bottles as it fell. But there was no flash of lightning or anything, so it was all still a load of bunk.

"WHO WHOOO," an owl called in the night causing me to jump in alarm, but seeing no bird, I simply returned to our house and bed, rehearsing my lines for when (or if) he asked me about it.

"Oh, haven't seen it since Tuesday. Are you sure you put it in the bathroom?"

Finding sleep came a bit easier, I drifted off, content with my decision and my new home--now entirely fleshlight free.