You're sure not going to stop this strip show!

With Marisa frozen in shock, Jessie went back to her fruitless attempt to intimidate me by taking off her clothes. I would have found the entire thing ridiculous if it hadn’t been happening right in front of me.

Jessie’s dark eyes gazed intently at me as her right hand reached back and deftly unhooked her bra. She slid her shoulders forward, letting the straps fall off, holding the white cups in place for an extra second. And with a final you’re-finished-now grin, she let go. The bra fell, and with a soft bounce, her tits popped into view…

I slowly became aware that I was holding my breath. I hadn’t realized how long I’d been waiting for this moment. In a year of living together, I’d never actually seen Jessie’s tits. Now, finally, they were right there in front of me…and I loved them. Absolutely loved them. The few tiny birthmarks on the otherwise perfect skin of her breasts. The dark puffy nipples. The way they sagged just a little on her chest, not nearly as much as I would have expected given their size.

I’m not sure how Jessica had thought I’d react, but clearly it wasn’t with the soft, breathless, involuntary “WOW” that escaped from my lips. She stood frozen, suddenly unsure of herself. I walked towards her slowly, feeling like I was in a trance. Peripherally, I saw Marisa take two steps in our direction and then stop, confused. But I couldn’t restrain myself with the breasts I’d been lusting after and jacking off over for a year now in my sight. Without thinking, I raised my right hand, reaching out, ready to touch the soft inviting titflesh right there, so close. Jessie made no move to stop me and voiced no objections, though she had ample time to say something. I hoped against hope that she was as turned on by this as I was. The tips of my fingers were inches away, about to make contact…

“Well, this IS going to be an interesting place to live for the summer!” I was startled to hear an unfamiliar voice ring out sharply across the room.