Follow Jessica

You follow Jessica’s cocking hips at a distance, wobbling back and forth as if on a ship at sea. At the back door, she turns and looks at you, still smugly smiling.

“What about your girlfriend?” she asks, opening the door.

“Who?” You ask her.

“Oh is Marcy not your girlfriend?” Jessica scoffs, holding the door open for you as you lurch through the threshold and into the cool evening air.

“Oh no, she’s my baby sister’s friend.” You laugh.

“Oh my God.” Jessica giggles back at you, letting the door swing shut behind her. “You couldn’t tell?”

“Tell what?” You say, trying to study her face in the moonlight, but your eyes keep falling to the space between her tits. Jessica scoffs.

“You’re joking.” She says, study you back. “Oh my God, you aren’t joking. You really didn’t see it, like, at all. She was totally into you.”

“Oh.” You say flatly. “Was she?”

“John, that bitch had fuck me written all over her face.” Jessica snorts. “I bet she’s still looking for you right now.”

“You think?” You ask, staring at the back door. The music inside is a dull thumping out here among the clacking of ping pong balls and splashes as they bounce into full cups of booze.

“Definitely. But I know a place where you and I can hide,” she growls, her voice dripping sex appeal and biting her lip. In the dim light you can see her pressing her elbows together, proffering her tits like they are about to fall out of her shirt. Your eyes latch onto the deep cleavage between her breasts, thinking of all the lewd things that you could do in that crevice. “If you want to mess around for a bit.”

“Sure.” You emphatically answer, taking a big step towards Jessica. Your half hard cock twitches in agreement against your briefs.

“Come on then.” She giggles, taking you by the hand. You enjoy the soft warmth of her hand. Almost as much as you enjoy watching her ass cock side to side in her tight dress as she leads you across the moonlit yard through the grass to a cute little garden shed, overgrown with vines, almost invisible in the overgrowth. “In here.” She adds, unlocking the door with a key and ushering you in.

The air inside the shed is warm and stale. A white fluorescent light buzzes on and you can see that the shed is mostly just gardening tools and supplies. You hear the door close and then lock behind you. You totter around to face Jessica.

“I don’t think that Brad or Marcy are going to bother us in here.” Jessica assures you. “Now I want to see it.”

“See what?” You ask. You see Jessica’s eye twitch. Then she puts a hand inside her top, grabbing her big tit and groping herself. You think to yourself that you really want that to be your hand.

“I want to see your cock.” She groans, voice dripping in sex appeal. Your cock twitches in your briefs. The well lubricated gears in your head start turning.

“Definitely.” You excitedly answer, fumbling with your belt.

“Hurry,” Jessica lustfully moans, “I wanna see it so bad John.” Your efforts redouble, grinning as you obtain victory over your belt. You kick your pants down off your legs like they are on fire. You tear your briefs down your legs like lightning. You are fast enough that your cock is still only half hard, and elastic enough to catapult a thick drop and connecting thread of precum a foot down range. Your package is successfully unpacked in record time. Then you hear a sound that makes you freeze.