Jayne's House

The drive to Jayne’s house is filled with casual conversation and some sightseeing on your part. By tacit agreement, neither of you bring up Karissa’s romantic proposal.

It is a good opportunity for you to try to figure out a bit more of where things are in Toronto. Jayne drives east down Bloor Street all the way until it goes past a large parkway and turns into another street, which is a good hint you’re now in a neighborhood that used to be a different town. Your little slice of the city, where you live and work, is just north of the downtown core of Toronto, and East York is, naturally, east of that.

When you turn north Jayne says, “That is actually my old high school, up there, and just down the street is Gowan Avenue, where I live. My Mom and sisters are half a block down, but we’ll be avoiding them for the night if you don’t mind.”

You laugh and say, “I can’t wait to meet your family Jayne, I’m sure they are delightful.”

“Heh. Well I guess they aren’t bad, but trust me you’ll see us get on each other’s nerves! Anyway, this is my house.” Jayne seems excited and a little nervous as she pulls her car into the driveway. Her house is a small white bungalow, well maintained and neat. The block has some older, smaller homes like hers and also some much larger newly built in-fill homes, like most neighborhoods anywhere close to Toronto.

“This is cute Hallsy!” You say honestly as you get out of the car, grabbing your overnight bag, “And that ride isn’t that bad, 20 minutes from work.”

The interior of the home is also like you expected, modestly but tidily decorated, with a few old furniture pieces that you suspect were her grandparents when they owned the house.

Putting her bag down Jayne looks at you and gives a sweeping gesture of the living room just inside the entrance and says, “Welcome! I can give you the grand tour now, it’s not a huge place or anything but, uh...” Jayne trails off as you walk closer, a small smile on your face.

She takes a half step toward you and you’re locked in a suddenly crushing embrace, your mouth on hers.

“Mmm, Zach...” Jayne moans as you trail a line of kisses across her neck, “if you didn’t want to see the house yet I’m sure we can find something else to do.”

She gives a little squeak as your tug her shirt out of her pants, and you suddenly don’t even want to wait to see her bed. Her fingers are on your shirt, hurriedly undoing a few buttons from the bottom so she can run her hands on your back.

“Hallsy you have no idea how close I was to asking you to join me in an empty meeting room today,” you whisper as you realize your own hands are busy at the small clasp on her pants.

Chuckling, Jayne grabs your ass through your pants then runs her right hand around you until she can feel your hard cock through the fabric. “Oh fuck Zach you should have, I wanted you so goddamn bad, I was in that meeting daydreaming of you and I had to make myself stop before I needed to go change my panties.”

Whatever small modicum of restraint you had is gone as soon as you get her slacks open and the zipper down. Pausing only to look at her face and see her small nod of approval, you simply tug her tight pants down along with her panties. Her naked sex is in front of your face as you push her clothes to her ankles and she helps you get them off.

Running your hands over her long, toned legs you see Jayne has trimmed her pubic hair into a small patch above her now clearly visible slit. Swallowing you lean in until your face is mere inches from her, then look up and say, “May I?”

“Fuck yeah Zach!” With her right hand Jayne pulls your head in closer, and you crouch down further to get your tongue on her pouting, wet lips. With a quick thrust of the tongue you get your first taste of her.

“Hmm you taste as good as I assumed Hallsy,” you say as she trembles, standing awkwardly in front of you, half naked in her living room. You look at the couch, it seems comfortable enough so you simply grab her hips and gently push her a few steps back.

Getting your intention, Jayne sits on the couch, then spins around to lay half reclined on it, her face flushed and eyes half lidded with desire. She slowly spreads her legs, almost hesitating to open herself up to your hungry gaze like this, and quietly says, “I hope that wasn’t just a tease of a lick Pritchard, I love a man who loves oral. Giving and receiving?”

“I don’t know many guys who don’t love a blowjob,” you say as you lay on the couch between her legs, “and guys who don’t like to return the favour are fools in my book.” You firmly place your hands on her inner thighs and help her spread before you, her most intimate self now laid bare.

She is perfection. You reverently lower your head between her legs, breathing in her warm scent. Her pussy is slowly opening, her arousal plain as the threads of lubricant you can see. Her tiny clit is engorged in its hood, so you breath on it gently.

“Ahhhh Zach, baby...” Jayne sighs as you gently run the tips of your fingers around the sensitive skin at the very joining of her legs to her torso. As softly as you can, you kiss her lips, just a tiny promise of what’s to come.

Jayne groans and collapses more on the couch, her right foot over the back as she thrusts her lower body up suddenly, forcing your face into her sex.

With a low chuckle, you can tell she is past teasing. You plant a firm kiss directly over her clit, but take care to not press on her most sensitive flesh too much too soon. Jayne cries out, and starts to buck her hips up again and you simply extend your tongue and slip it as deeply inside her as you can.

Your keep your tongue in deep, then begin to run it up and down inside as you shake your head slightly. Jayne moans and gives a little yelp as your nose brushes just above her slit, and you can feel her juices starting to really flow.

Your right hand is more free, so you use the index finger to trace her folds up and down as you kiss and lick all around her. “Zach!” Jayne gasps again as your finger enters her hot opening, and she cries out again when your tongue finally presses down on her clit.

A minute later you are preparing to use a second finger. Jayne is running her fingers through your hair, and when you look up at her she has he head turned to the side, her eyes closed with a look of deep contentment. You redouble your efforts, you had intended this to get her excited then disrobe yourself but you decide to just get her off first instead, you are sure it will be a long night of discovery and intimate exertion for you both.

Lips smacking and a soft, constant murmur of encouragement from your girlfriend is all you can hear. It’s actually a sudden change in the room that first makes you wonder. As it happens, you realize it’s the light in the room growing brighter, almost as if a car is pulling into the driveway. But no, it’s still very sunny out and as you begin to reluctantly lift your head from your wonderful task-

“AHH HOLY SHIT!” A woman’s voice cries out, close to you but definitely not from the woman enjoying your tongue in her pussy.

As you pull back, Jayne’s eyes snap open and she turns her head towards the entryway. You do as well, seeing a young woman with brown hair standing there staring agog at you both. For a split second that feels like an hour, you all just freeze.

“Oh God I’m sorry we just came to see if you wanted to eat! I MEAN have supper!” The woman yells, turning her head away finally. She’s in her early 20’s, thin with straight brown hair and even if she hadn’t just walked into the front door like she owned the place you’d have been able to guess who she was by the clear family resemblance.

Only now has Jayne recovered enough to start to loudly say, “What the fuck! Get out Morgan!” She grabs a pillow and tries to cover herself, which results in her smacking you in the face with it. You’re torn between jumping backwards, but in your current position you realize if you got up your girlfriend would be bottomless and spread wide open with her little sister barely 10 feet away.

Oh wait, did she say ‘we’?

A loud step comes from the foyer and another young woman bursts into the room, saying “What’s with all the yelling OH GOD!” She is similar to the other two, and you get a quick glimpse of shorter hair and a curvy figure as she makes a split second of mortifying eye contact with you. Then she looks at what you were clearly doing to her big sis, before she gives a little shriek and turns around and all but flees. You can hear the door banging closed a split second later.

Meanwhile, Jayne is arranging the pillow to cover her nakedness and sputtering in anger as you are able to sit up enough to let her close her legs. Morgan has turned her head and is covering her eyes, and is clearly trying to not laugh as she says, “Sorry Jayney! Mom said to come see if you want to eat with us and Brianna and I wanted to go for a walk so we just popped in but I.. guess you’re busy?” Her attempts to not laugh are failing her as she edges her way to the door, and she begins to giggle.

“Get out Morgan!” Jayne grinds out in a low voice.

“Ok, ok, I didn’t really see anything, don’t worry!” Morgan is now in the entryway and just out of sight and you can hear her open the front door.

A last giggle erupts and the young woman sticks her hand past the small wall of the foyer and gives a jaunty wave, “Nice to sort of meet you Zach! Look forward to being introduced properly one day!”

“Get! Out!” Jayne yells loudly as the door closes and you hear a burst of laughter, then what sounds like one of the women admonishing the other. Based on what just happened, you assume it’s the youngest, Brianna, chiding her older sister.

Now you’re sitting up, and you give a rueful chuckle. You’re not sure how Jayne is going to handle this rather embarrassing situation, but you know if your older brother had ever walked in on you having sex with a girl you’d have wanted to run off to join the circus to avoid ever talking to him again. There’s a good chance Jayne is going to not be feeling up to sexy-fun-times anymore and that’s totally understandable.

Her face beet red, Jayne is breathing hard, her eyes covered by her right hand as her left is still holding the throw pillow in front of her sex.

“Uh, Jayne? Look, if you’re not in the mood I get it, I’m sorry I basically tackled you like that by the front door. I hope you’re not super embarrassed though?” You add hopefully.

Jayne is still breathing hard, and then she drops her hand and you can see her eyes are blazing as she looks at you. She tosses the pillow to the side, spreads her legs again and all but growls, “You have like 2 seconds to get your clothes off Zach or God help me I’m going to rip them off!”